tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post3147103886358867026..comments2023-10-30T04:17:23.617-06:00Comments on A Cinnamon Nest: The PeachAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185523830722945421noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-140069545597121832008-04-27T10:52:00.000-06:002008-04-27T10:52:00.000-06:00Wow! Other words elude me.Wow! Other words elude me.Mike Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06117271444345617080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-33324437692304233352008-04-25T08:42:00.000-06:002008-04-25T08:42:00.000-06:00This post was so evocative I quickly clicked 'back...This post was so evocative I quickly clicked 'back' with downcast eyes... that darn sexuality thing again.<BR/><BR/>But I keep coming back. And back. Beautiful.cecilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12944264862462890029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-34287686485611552262008-04-23T23:51:00.000-06:002008-04-23T23:51:00.000-06:00I wish I had a story that started "I went to Italy...I wish I had a story that started "I went to Italy once".myleswerntzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03612042513717026642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-90106856205067093342008-04-23T15:24:00.000-06:002008-04-23T15:24:00.000-06:00I read this post several days ago, and I can't tel...I read this post several days ago, and I can't tell you how many times I've thought about it. So so very good to me - what poetry in that time shift. <BR/><BR/>I'm so glad you posted it - seems something to be stingy with.Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08483384641642681476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-482378137239159332008-04-23T09:12:00.000-06:002008-04-23T09:12:00.000-06:00i realize we've already talked about this post, bu...i realize we've already talked about this post, but, in the spirit of good internet friendship, i feel the need to say something about this post here, even hoping to link it back to "the love song of j. alfred prufrock" and the peach line there but i always feel like that belittles what i really think about what you've done here. the truth (and the reason i haven't commented here yet) is that everytime i read this post i end up sitting there with my fingertips still resting right over the edge of my mouth, sometimes shaking my head, and all i can say in that moment is "damn."<BR/><BR/>so, i tell you here, in every good and praiseworthy way possible: damn.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-49530375613413096062008-04-19T10:45:00.000-06:002008-04-19T10:45:00.000-06:00You are working and working. Thanks for letting u...You are working and working. Thanks for letting us watch.deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16352855975153416194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-74003572986410668882008-04-18T16:59:00.000-06:002008-04-18T16:59:00.000-06:00Oh man...excuse me...I need to go take a cold show...Oh man...excuse me...I need to go take a cold shower.Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05089859839673632529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-69223869836674650882008-04-18T09:48:00.000-06:002008-04-18T09:48:00.000-06:00Beautiful. I must say that your ability to express...Beautiful. I must say that your ability to express the full range of senses makes me way more jealous than I'd ever be willing to admit.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03685244868206515484noreply@blogger.com