CK Lynn

At 8 A.M. the next morning I was still in bed, it being the weekend. Mom was also taking me shopping as soon as I had eaten and showered, an ...

That afternoon I decided to take a small detour through Chinatown on the way home. I’d done this a few times before, it wasn’t far out of my way, to ...

It was okay. THere was nothing wrong with it, but I guess I just am not a fan of horror stories. You might consider a more discriptive title.

Um, creepy. You had a difinite voice, and I liked that. Your poem seemed to skip around, though, from death to truth to destruction (the end of truth?). Try to ...

Okay I changed the title, because Horizon was just something of a working title. I also added a word to the cliff part to say what I mean.

Hmmm. I liked it, but I would agree it isn't very connected. Maybe add a stanza after the first.

You know those stories about a new kid? How they come to a new school completely freaked out, and by the end of the week they’ve become a member of ...

The girl is sitting there, Unrushed, unworried, The waves crashing ever closer. The families of four begin to leave, Children tired from hours In the sweet, clear water. The sun ...

Liked them.

I liked it a lot, but it was kind of missing something. I'm not quite sure what, but I think this poem missed making sense/connecting/being meaningful by the skin of ...

FYI: Title changed.

This book was so good! It's about a young girl Francie, living in the early 20th, late 19th century. Her apartment is in the poor section of a big city ...

Good beginning. Needs more.

Interesting. It wasn't too cliched like a lot of poems about death/parents leaving/abandonment.

Feels more like a very short story than a poem. Try fiction.