Gahks

Winter Suite And our bedroom is a sunlit canvas all over which we'll paint our lives in dappled shades of scarlet and green. And I'll draw you out from the ...

Yeah, I agree, this seems to have echoes of Heaney. I adore the earthy imagery in this, such as in the first two verses: "The world burrows its arms in ...

A wistful urban teenage romance. The Child in the Dark

Plant

Hey there! I reviewed a poem of yours I think... did you read my comments? Russian Literature, eh? Well, I'm studying English Literature here in the UK for my AS ...

Ah, Suze, this is so funny. You make me laugh. I won't even bother to critically analyse this because yours truly is finding it hard to take it seriously! But ...

This came up on the BBC's Question Time election night special, broadcast from Washington DC back in November (did anyone else watch it?) but I thought I'd save this topic ...

Obama is like the greatest speaker ever. Maybe an exaggeration, but you get the idea. He possesses a certain charisma and verve that McCain just doesn't have. I'm missing all ...

This is brilliant work, well done. I thought the imagery that you employed in this was exquisite. Really masterful. My mind was drawn to these verses in particular: "When innocence ...

Your main character does seem to be in a reactionary position. The antagonist may have the upper hand to start with, but you need to make the protagonist aware of ...

Just a few: Show, don't tell. (Classic maxim, I know.) Trust your story. If you can't believe in the plot, neither can your readers. Conflict = drama. All stories must ...

Echoing the sentiments of everyone else here, be consistent . There, that's italics for you! Strictly speaking, when quoting titles (of TV shows, films, books, articles etc.) you should either ...

Hey there! I agree with the others in that you express your ideas confidently and with some degree of richness and clarity, such as in the opening phrase "She smelled ...

It's a miracle everyone is still alive. And kudos to the pilot for some heroic flying.

Morning We knew he would die before daybreak. Now, the metallic, toothless sun heralds the chill of fresh anxieties. My life, my love, could burn up in seconds, under crackling ...