I really like the style of your writing - this is exactly the right amount of reading I can sneak in before an overbooked life beckons. You've mastered the trick of making these episodes meaningful, brief, and stand-alone. Thanks, Roy from grateful Moskowitz
Great writing, because I could identify with the Mexicans, the protagonist and the weeds. - Excellent and pithy, thanks, Moskowitz
Good old days indeed. Great work, Roy, m' boy. Lennon's always right too.
What am I, a clown? Am I here to amuse you? Glad someone gets it.
so what am I supposed to do? I got a reputation to protect that smart ass kid Spider gave me some lip in front of my crew so I had to whack him I couldn't let him get away with that and then that rat Billy Bats he didn't know a thing about respect either I did my time upstate and he still calls me a Shi
sleep now let the cool darkness wash over you lay all your problems down it's been such a long day and there's nothing else you can possibly do but close your eyes untangle your mind the Japanese sandman will be here soon so float downstream through this lush and soft rain garden
time is a gun pointed at my head demanding that I live it’s almost too much sometimes life steals me away at a hundred miles a minute in a thousand different directions like the breeze I fly through this life twisting and twirling and dancing and swirling as the caravan moves on and
Inspiring and well-done! Thanks, Moskowitz
Your writing reminds me (in tone) of Zen koans. Thanks, Roy
Perfect, as in your content, approach and style. Excellent, Roy my boy.
Dynamaso, this was fearless and brilliant. I'm sending you an email with a modest offer. - Moskowitz
Roy, Your writings are great, but please translate the Latin titles for boneheads like me. On second thought, forget that. I'm just being too lazy to make a few more clicks. I dig the elegance and economy of your writing. - Moskowitz
Roy, Your writings are great, but please translate the Latin titles for boneheads like me. On second thought, forget that. I'm just being too lazy to make a few more clicks. I dig the elegance and economy of your writing. - Moskowitz
I've been there. Lately I just put on "Blood on the Tracks" on repeat and let Bob Dylan pay for all my sins. Great writing, Senor Roy. - Thanks, Mosky
Roy, Great imagery. This is like a postcard. Or a telegram. To the point. Pithy and poetic. Good job! Thanks - Moskowitz
A cautionary tale indeed. Great succinct writing. Ok, so when you sending a soundfile to www.virtualpoetryreading.com Link ? I need your voice! Literally and figuratively. the incognito Mexican, el Moskowitz
Oh, a beauty. I'm sure you could write your own demented encyclopedia as well. Great work, you talented bastard (if you'll forgive the term). love, mosky
I stare pen poised waiting to shape this pain this suffering into art hours pass I surrender the pen and play "Blood on the Tracks" and decide to enjoy Bob Dylan's pain and suffering for awhile. Buy my book. Don't buy my book. See if I care. Click here, y'all!
Poignant and beautiful. Art can sometimes bring gold out of the sadness. This made me think of my deceased Pop. He's been gone eight years now, and I'm still floored by the idea that I'll have to go through the rest of my life without him. Thanks for sharing this, Moskowitz
Turn me on baby wrap me up in your electric fuzz guitar solo send the firecracker giggle of spicy coconut chicken to my tongue give my body a gazelle’s grace as I jete off the cliff and then spread my wings and land just south of the fragrant field of sunshine roses let the Beatle
A-fuckin-men, brother. Great writing, tragic but not self-pitying. You walked the line skillfully. Thanks. DynaMaso - Moskowitz
Woah.... this was absolutely wonderful and beautiful. This is light years away from your normal voice. There is a sense of complete control in the writing -- and you have captured perfectly something I knew long ago and almost forgot. This was heaven-sent. Thank you for bringing it. Your fan, Moskowitz
The tortured soul returned today and he brought his luggage I keep kicking him out but the bastard keeps returning as welcome as a herpes outbreak he tells me about slutty girls who give cheap head and he laughs as he recounts noisy drunken brawls I tell him I’m different now and this life is better
This was great. Yes, everything comes and goes, marked by lovers and styles of clothes (that's a Joni Mitchell line), including the dark phase of sad eyed pretty girls. Good job, mate!
Hey, sorry I missed this one. A very well written piece about the markers that mean something and then sometimes can mean nothing. Good work!
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