Sweet velvet glimpse

You dark horse you, indeed you are as you hide yourself behind your leather belted poem and yet we feel your presence intensified by your poetry; your ever keen eye picking out the details of each and every object that moves or lies static, all are perused and even the most mundane given place, given the expressions of its innermost appeal. You are a haptic artist, with a gift that is so sensual, sensitive and hands-on that contact is inevitable as we see, read and FEEL your words through the rows of letters, they reach out and shout their presence, the big, the little, the most often overlooked things of this world. Always in awe of your art of word painting dear Orgami, Ann. "thick is the smoke of the lamp 
gleaming like a tawdry grin" just this detail I love, the smoke grinning wonderful!

A very nice love poem using linked metaphors connected to the west or horse culture. I particularly love the second stanza. Brian

I cannot be objective judging your poetry. rich are the layers on carriage comfort you draw drawl/and glis"tening teeth reveal behind red welcome." Ahh. It is my favorite genre: undiluted surrealism, images aflow in the magenta donkey's mouth drooling ice semen. If you released a book, I'd buy five extra copies as well as the original. Please do. GB