you smell

always grateful when you share with me the fact ... of your smile. Hugs, Chuck

wonderfully sensitive sniffer/smeller. Tells me when something's gone bad, tells me when something might be edible in my wild backyard, informs me of invisible deer nearby, encourages me to look around for skunk ... somewhere (where, oh where, can she be?), or possum ... And, yes, a startling smell emanating from a restaurant I pass by can time warp-throw me back to childhood and Grandma's saliva-pumping Sunday dinners on the farm. Hugs, Chuck

in the piece are deliberate. I think they add to the intrigue, the puzzle, forces the reader to proceed slowly, with thought. And they're especially attractive to folks who love the oddness. (The Chinese, after all, do read from right to left; why can't we.) Anyway, it's my favorite style of verse writing. I've got more coming up from the pipeline that're a lot more complex reversewise than this one. Thanx much for the read, the visit, the comment. Hugs (Yup, I hug men, too), Chuck