Hypocrit

Once I ate apples from her palm, now she spikes my tongue with her venom. (...) (for future reference, a "..." in parentheticals at any point in a poem marks ...

I'll start this off. - - There is a dullness in experience. - Perhaps it's in the way the phone sits and stares accusingly at your mouth. - Perhaps it's ...

So, back where I come from this is all the rage. Here's how this goes, write a poem right now... no, right now! Why? Because art is it's own reward. ...

Groundwork type thing. Ran some courses off it at the home site. Wondering if others could gain something from it as well. Please feel free to pick apart, in fact ...