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  1. Date: 1/15/2014 6:40:00 PM
    returning to this stunner!! So good seeing you around the blogs now, Caleb.38yp

  1. Date: 9/9/2013 5:45:00 AM
    Wow...such sentiments have passed through my brain...but perhaps a little differently. I love how you penned this. You are such a talented writer..hope to read more soon! Always, Laura

  1. Date: 9/5/2013 3:54:00 PM
    I am moved beyond mere words. What a gift you possess! I feel privileged to have read this piece.

  1. Date: 9/5/2013 2:09:00 PM
    Caleb......I WAS THERE! I saw it...I saw it through your eyes...Gut is always hovering around. We HAVE become desensitized...Sometimes it is a defense mechanism...We need to survive. Thanks for sharing this...It has touched check your very last...that needs to be a THEY there! HUGS

  1. Date: 9/4/2013 12:49:00 PM
    ohhh my.. edgy write etched in a contemporary milieu.. power-packed, caleb!... :) huggs

  1. Date: 9/3/2013 3:44:00 PM
    WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Excellent Poetry Poet. Tell everybody that your a poet they will bow before like I'm doing.

  1. Date: 9/3/2013 3:42:00 PM
    WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hold on I just want to say Wow!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wait one second I'm going to read that again, I'll be back. Don't go no where it will just be a second.

  1. Date: 9/2/2013 2:12:00 PM
    Wow! His last breath blew through his mother's hair. How descriptive and wonderful. Great piece.

  1. Date: 8/31/2013 9:13:00 AM
    Caleb, this is a great story, You have a good heart, thanks for always sharing it... xox..Linda

  1. Date: 8/31/2013 9:13:00 AM
    soup mail

  1. Date: 8/29/2013 11:21:00 AM
    By doing so, I feel like you've also given him a tribute. Even if his mom didn't know, I bet that Ronnie knew how you tried. God bless his soul, and yours, too. Also, I somehow see the connection why that came to mind, I mention callouses... but wow, you can juggle hot coals?? You should be called the one with asbestos hands! I bet that is such a sight to see & your kids love that... Now I seem like such a novice when I get to handle a hot bowl from the microwave using my bare hands.

  1. Date: 8/29/2013 11:17:00 AM
    Finally I get to comment here properly. I read this again and it was better this time around, since I wasn't in a rush. You sure brought a different side to showing death here-- the more 'real' side of it, & I can't help but recall some of the moments of deaths that my other loved ones have seen/experienced. So true what you say here...I especially liked how you brought this all together, loved how you described death-then coming full circle with his mom, and finally to Ronnie. cont'd

  1. Date: 8/29/2013 7:47:00 AM
    Wow! a graphic and sad poem. Nice description. Thank you for your unique comments on my alligator crocodile blog

  1. Date: 8/27/2013 3:11:00 PM
    Hello Caleb! Thanks for visiting my page and commenting, very kindly, on my poetry. Talk about descriptive -- you've got some great talent there "death smells like metal." Nice.

  1. Date: 8/27/2013 12:15:00 PM
    Welcome back! We've missed you this long, hot summer... Jack

  1. Date: 8/26/2013 6:49:00 AM
    I'm laying my Roe Petals at your feet, you are commendable Caleb, thanks for the kind visit my page, xxx

  1. Date: 8/24/2013 10:11:00 AM
    Btw, really like what you call yourself, it has a nice ring to it! Do pls write some more, Painted Hunter!

  1. Date: 8/24/2013 10:08:00 AM
    Hi Caleb! I promise to be back on this very gripping write of yours to leave a decent comment. Thanks so much for passing by, and hoping that all's well with you and your family! So great to see you back here!

  1. Date: 8/23/2013 6:43:00 AM
    Hi Caleb,I'm so.happy to be reading your poems again..: ) You came back with a powerful poem..Knowing this is not a Hollywood acting shot gives me chills in my spine.An experience no one would ever like to experience..especially a mother with her dying child. Very deep Caleb.

  1. Date: 8/23/2013 12:01:00 AM
    thanks for stopping by to visit me and I am still awaiting a new poem, my friend!!