Not Long Left
The Moon, The Sun, The Sea, The Rain, And The Wind
A Death From Within.
A Thankyou (To Those Who Know Poemhunter)
08 Jun 2006 04:05
Vincent, I must admit that I have recently been skimming through the authors on the new poems list rather than titles. That being said, I've found that your name is one that always sticks out and promises a great read. It's a pleasure to read you. Amanda
25 Apr 2006 07:57
There is a persistent melancholy in your work, Vincent. Siometimes it has a sweetness, and sometimes it seems to be something you are gunning for - a self-punishment perhaps. My prayer for you is to take your talent, which is considerable, and to reroute it toward less destructive, less self-pitying. The mind of a poet is a thicket of tares, but the world is bright and bountiful. Take a walk outside, and open your heart to the possibilities.
Michele Kostelnik Parrillo
08 Mar 2006 11:38
This poem about the bird that dies in the grass is so so sad. I did cry. When I was young, oh so young, I buried a frozen cat in my back yard. What a poem. I must say you have got it Vincent. Oh yes, it was beautiful also - in death there is beauty. The feather.... michele kostelnik