like the words and super atmosphere image.

I like the way you draw us from lack of human connection to auditory, visual, visceral connections. It creates depth and a mood that will undoubtedly stay with me all evening. Very nicely written!

I like the cadence of this and the internal logic it possesses; there is true poetic rhythm here--not like song lyrics (they're intended specifically for musical accompaniment and/or enhancement) but lyrical nonetheless. There are small phrases, small puns that make this such a rich piece of work, and as always, I'm quite intrigued by the use of words, not as mere things that convey information, but as living entities that interact with one another and do unexpected things simply because of associations, similarities, and differences. This is really great in that it's small and concise, but packs a wollop...and well...the title is priceless...for as canonized as Hemingway is, it's nice to actually see someone else chafing against the canon and stating the obvious: he was a vaguely decent writer who became great because he died, but in so many ways, he was also a train wreck.

I like this a lot, how you pack so much into so few words, then bam!! hit us with that great ending.

The title gave me a surprise..could that horrid man ever feel inadequate? The I though perhaps that's why he was unpleasant. Marvellous poem...I love tight and sharp in all forms of art.

That one packs a wallop Corey - like all your poetry that I adore you always have a way of bridging unspoken feelings with visual clarity. It is the same with your photography eye, you have a way of writing what is often unspoken and seeing what is unseen. I am so lucky to have you as my brother.

This is the stuff Great Art of made of.

Beautiful rhythm and descriptive power. Reading the first half, I think of times when an intimate space was made impersonal by guards thrown up. It is very easy to break or never allow intimacy even when sharing a small space where body heat mingles. Then I see connections, but it is connections with the essence of the place around, not with that of the person in the car. We are constantly feeling connections to the world around us. Connections that sometimes lay unexplored deeply in our minds. But those between people are harder to come by. Sometimes they are formed little by little, and one day you see them with surprise. Other times you feel a connection in an instant and recognise it for the wonderful gift it is. But when a connection is missing, there is nothing so glaringly obvious as its absence. I loved reading your poem. I knew that there were meanings I wasn't quite getting or getting with a twist from my experiences. I so much enjoying the rhythm of the words and the emotions they brought to me. Beautiful writing!

REALLY WONDERFUL POEM

marvelous poem!

Wonderful poem.