Thank you for making me feel understood. Your poem was able to do this while so many, even the ones closest to me never could. It's a great feeling to find it here in your words.

The first line of this harked back to your author's note in Glaciers, to me. I enjoyed this most for filling in the spaces of inspiration to a previous work that I found so very timely to what I was living at that moment. "nightmares had when asleep. sometimes awake, sometimes you have to grow from misery." Like birthing babies, some of our deepest joys are pain filled at the inception of imminent arrival. My favorite line, "they are all well versed in measuring a chest’s beating." so wonderfully primitive in dualistic imagery. The tarzan-like and the heartbeat of the still, living as a measurement. I love it all, Worthy.

You delve into the dichotomy of personality with an artist's touch... Ahh to be a Flowerstain. This actually could be a series of poems.

sk, you are a pure genius. you really are. you're talented beyond your years. "people will use a weapon like tough love to put you in your place is my favorite line.

Sk, you have done it again. pure brilliant, profound, and meaningful. i haven't met a flowerstain yet, who are they?

This is stunning. I'm only the 32nd person to say as much. Seriously, though... It's just scattered enough to fit perfectly. Flowerstain... love it.

Hmm - edgy stuff. The Flowerstains, it seems, could go either way, but invariably choose neither*. The dichotomy of paranoid epistasis...that's what I like about this kind of writing - the reader can get it right or wrong and it still both makes sense and is beyond reason :)
Living and diving - intriguing variation on a bipolar theme (perhaps).
*I try to ignore author notes

i agree a lot with rachel's first comment. i feel like there's a lot here that i'm just not picking up, but it's there. sometimes your author's notes add so much.

I have pressed many a flower, flat and still and dried to a feather touch - you have added another dimension to my preserving of flower and color and taken me into abandon and no fear of what petals might do along the way. Well done.

every good gift has a giver and receiver and sometimes, the best / ones are nightmares -- this is an amazing truth. i am better for reading your work.

Flowerstains, never to look the same, to me, again. Wonderfully poetic!

I've been away from your library for far too long!! you've been busy crafting deliciousness while i was away....you never disappoint, this is as stunning as always.