Fand

I know you've had those moments. Inspiration strikes--and it strikes with a vengeance. You see colors, shapes, distance, body language, topography; you hear voices and fauna and natural phenomena; you

Whether it's warming or not, the planet's climate is changing, and often for the worse. Hurricane seasons (something I'm well-versed in, as my father's worked for the American Red Cross ...

Amen, Magicman. pun intended. ^^

“But the cotton’s alight, dear, and you’re much too charred to take that test.”

O where shall we put our faith Our God, our inner quest Our every desire for knowledge Shall I pen it down? Hm. Well. The way it's written that's quite ...

No one looked twice at her as she blithely wandered YWS, a smile on her face and a poetry criticism on her tongue. Fand couldn't help but admire how well ...

Every ending seems to be another beginning in my life and the ending that started them all was when Mother died. It has been seven years now, but I still ...

“Skin as porcelain? More like rubber, my pet, peeling away as tires do.” It's a long line, and it's dialogue, which immediately puts me on the defensive--but I like it. ...

You've outdone yourself, Cal. It took me a while to warm up to it--I'm always hesitant about dialogue in poetry--but this was, on the whole, very well done. A few ...

Oooer! Pretty. =) The first one is pretty indistinct, and they do look stiff and a little disproportionate, but I could tell who they were! ^^ The second's gorgeous. Nothing ...

Fantastic! =)

Wow, Ari. That was amazing! It seems like everyone else has already covered most of the nitpicks, so I thought I'd just let you know how fantastically written it was. ...

The rhythm in the beginning is beautiful, beloved; the flow is absolutely perfect. Usually a full stop at the end of each line would be a complete turn-off, but it ...

As requested. ^~ This world is the only one we have; the others are too far away. The universe rambles on and forgets itself, repeating old stories (perhaps). There’s no ...

Okay. Well, if your aim was to make me pity you--you succeeded. Not in the way you probably intended, though. Do what whence and something_euclidean suggest. And then don't pick ...