Hello there Brent, you have some great work here, I am one of those who are fond of your poetry, you have an excellent sense of flow and language. Keep it up. I'd love to have your opinion on some of my work if you get the time.

~also~ I responded to all your comments, if you are interested in taking a look.

Hey I just wanted to thank you for taking a look at my work and writing such insightful comments. While I've been writing for several years I've never had any real input on my work. Your encouragement means a lot to me, especially since it is from someone with as highlevel work as yourself. Thanks again, I will certainly check on your gallery for future updates.

Thanx for signing my guesty! Nice work!

Your work is astonishingly deep and satisfying. It's nice to see a writer who can use words to such good effect. You definitely have a skill and maturity with the written word. I'm extremely impressed! ^_^

Brent E Fisher replies: "Thank you very much! Just as you claim the same, I am my own worst critic. I'm happy you enjoyed my writing. I just hope the intranet comes online soon so I may add more to my collection. I should also beat myself into beginning the long-term project (Catalyst of Fate), but haven't had the courage or the time. Maybe the new semester will force me back into action "

Someone of your refined writing skill and insight needs no further encouragement from the likes of me! You are a gifted wordsmith, Brent. Best wishes for you in your chosen profession. Cheers!

Brenty of the bigglekins when will you update? Hmmm?

Hey Brenty! Guess what! Remember me? I guess not. Well anyways, I've updated, wanna come by and see?

I figure why not bring the update to the writer? It can only give a kick in the direction of the door, right?




Some day truth will ring. I have through all my desperate hope this one thing – to burn within me - To ease my suffering, the ceaseless nights - agony. What but this fallow deer can look so innocently? I know I cannot. That gift is lost to me – how they cannot look upon me – wretchedly. It’s not my privilege. And I say, truth will ring - truth will sing! It will soar like clouds over mountains - birds over trees… And I will smile. Bitterly. Because for all my pain and all their pain it will not be enough! And still fate would grab me by my shirt cuff and pull me along anyway. I do not resist… what good is hand or fist? – Against fate. For me it is a little late… I lay silently in the grass, it is forgiving though my tongue be of ash. Fires have all burned away… Little deer won’t you stay? I have no one left - Who will play? With me… I can’t even see. You’ve taken my vision. I’m blind, deaf. Cannot envision. But were my life of chance decision, it’s ephemeral to the stars. Who can rail against such bars? Yet you would seem so certain... For you there is no curtain covering those eyes. And for folly or mistake I want desperately to have vision again. For all your insight what would lay in your wake seems painless. What you see in a world so lucid – leaves me – hopeless. When will I see again? For all of my life – Where have you been?

is very pain full for me