Hannah

So I really like the things that this piece wants to deal with. It wants to deal with first the feeling of someone who has given up, understanding (or believing) ...

Hi! This is great. This is touching on something you feel strongly about, something you can outline the steps into, as well. But what I think is that I want ...

Hi, Olivia. Here's what I think would help this poem. It's a lovely idea, something that a lot of people can relate to, but I think you've closed us off ...

Do you think that when you sink, you fall straight down the edge of a piece of paper? I feel like there would be more movement, some kind of floating ...

So, the poem feels vacant. I don't mean that in the kind of 'haha, your form mimics your content' or something like that, but like, it feels so empty and ...

Wow. What I want to say is wow. Like, I feel like this poem needs a lot of reworking, but what you've found is a lucky combination of words that ...

I don't know how to start. I'll start by dismissing the third poem. I'm sure that it was a good exercise, but a lot of word play also relies on ...

Hello, rememberme! I know there's some kind of feeling behind these words. Even if they're not coming directly from you and this isn't your true experience, there's emotion coming from ...

You have a lot of good reviews on this piece already, I think. I feel like, however, you can give us this story in a shorter space if you structured ...

You have a lot of good reviews on this piece already, I think. I feel like, however, you can give us this story in a shorter space if you structured ...

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Visited them both. (: I have Wordpress, so I subscribe to those more easily. Also, I'm going to have a third video prompt post up sometime soon and it would ...

CLICK THE BLT FOR FUN DO IT YEAH DO IT. Protip: It leads to my blog. I didn't want to be misleading.

Now, we're writers, so I know there are those of us with personal blogs that we keep up in addition to whatever we post in YWS blogs. And I know ...

April 20: Before Bed SLEEPLESS IN CHICAGO the pinch of his skin turns hard like a fingernail beneath the nubs of my digits and slinks back down like a cat ...