Is this meant to be repeated after several drinks? I can imagine the fun that would erupt from that exercise!

I could write the same of my home state Wyoming, yet few people could possibly relate. It matters not where you go after your childhood, there's always a place that will stick in your heart as your "home". For me it is Wyoming, even though it has been decades since I've lived there. Shoot, I've been in Maryland longer than I was ever in Wyoming, yet I consider Wyoming as my home. If you ever leave Maryland, it will always be in your heart.

Wasn't so hard to get online here after a bit of searching. Not sure what a good review should be, but wanted to say something about this piece. I do like it yes. Nice way to equate a closeness of a friend with sisterhood. I was just talking to one of my dear friends this evening and called him my "Indian brother from another mother" - the same thing you say here!

For some reason I expected to see crazy flowery words (I've not read any of your work before, yet I just love the way you talk in person and the words you use). Instead I see very down-to-Earth powerful words that really describe the emotions well. I've come to learn in my writings that simple is better. To be more accessable by most folks, it is best to use more common words. Nicely done.

Gosh - my first review. Gonna have to read some others!

very powerful and clearly imaged, it's also a clear expression of your feelings.

goddess willing, it will be well recieved and viewed as just that expression, not as a thing of malice. Which it clearly is not.

It took me a while to find this one, I had forgotten the title. But you slick philosopher you, I now had the answer to one of my life's great mysteries. What happened to all the booze in my bar? Budda.

I don't know why you thought I wouldn't like this. It is good. I mean really very good. How long did it take you? Was it one of those that just exploded out of you? or...was it a lenghty labor, like fine wine, taken in sips. I was touched in just the reading. Nice job Kate. Budda.

Treat women as best as you can.
And you might not get your butt kicked.
Eep.

This poem gives a real meaning to what poetry really is. Pick up the pen and keep on writing!

keep writing!

Some people work too little
Other people work too much
I like your poetry, tis true
Keep up the good work and such

Dang it. My nonsensical (is that a word) reviews don't work with these.

No words worthy of it. Just reminds me of my grandfathers as well.

I ponder what to say and find the words do not come. Its not because it's unworthy of words. Just works that way sometimes.

"And I say to myself,
What a wonderful world."

I often look up into the sky.
And I wonder. I wonder why?