Russell Gayer, author speaker
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Stories From Within
Finding ways to make words sparkle
This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.
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Though not a Christian, I still believe in the Christmas message…love to all people. I liked your poem, and it conveys this message eloquently. Bravo.
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Dear Russell,You pretty much glow right now, in case you were wondering. I loved this line as it describes us all most all of the time; "Sometimes I feel like that tree, full of holes and bent by sin…"You found what you were looking for with this effort, Russell. Good job.Aloha,Doug
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Loved the whole story, but especially how the poetry really flowed in your last paragraph, Russell. Very nice job and so true in your metaphor.
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Sweet story, Russell. I like that we're all a little rough around the edges and maybe have a flat spot here and there, but still hold value. Well done. 🙂
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It is a truth, that once the tree gets home and decorated, its flaws disappear. You reminded me, well done, Robin
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good one, Russell!
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The last stanza works really well. It personalizes the "I" in such a way that I came away from the reading seeing myself.
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Russell, this is beautiful. How can you be so funny and so poignant at the same time?
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I used to write a Christmas poem every year for our card (prior to the Redneck theme). Back in those days I wrote a lot of sentimental stuff. One person even said my poetry was "deep." How embarassing! It's much more fun to make people laugh.
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