Jasmine Hart

Love it, especially the final two lines. I like how you get close to cliche and then subvert it. My only quibble is: "You're only happy when we're fighting," which ...

Poem Sixteen Sustenance You wake when I do, even though you do not need to be up yet and last night is still spinning round in our heads and you've ...

Poem Fifteen Process *submitting*

Poem Fourteen Scarf Making Knitknit. No purl. Growing rainbow frills, unicorn tail, flying up as you smile, then make it dance before me. "Look!" And I oooooh and you tell ...

Poem Thirteen Cherry Blossoms Murmur something. Barely started, powered into mankai at the mercy of erratic rain, blown, snowing pink - helpless candy-floss, no stick. You should be white, resigned ...

Poem Twelve Blue Poppy Unhybrid you, just yourself, yourself, painting my irises - my eyes are still green green green like a witch's, like spiked leaves which frame you and ...

Hey Kit, I enjoyed this, especially the last stanza. It flows nicely, and the imagery works well. I especially enjoyed: "There's other smells like cinnomon melting into toast. You're in ...

Thanks Kit. Poem Eleven Incy Wincy And down. One seven-legged spider lying upside-down in the corner with the clutter of notebooks and disks, old mouse-pads and pens which build up ...

This is odd and twisted and I really enjoyed it. Interesting imagery, good flow. I'd change "and a vacant stare on her calcified face" because it's too formal for the ...

Poem Ten Orchids Orchid One : Dead, petalless leafless, one barren branch with a few brittle twigs, colour lost, pot generic. Orchid Two : Turned to mulch in thick spring ...

April Sixth This flows perfectly and your imagery and language are beautiful as always. I especially enjoyed the change of tone in the last two lines and: "then you may ...

6.5 I really enjoyed this, especially "skyblue eyes" and the last two lines. I'm unsure about "at the sun" - I think it's a little unclear. Maybe "to the sun"? ...

Poem Nine Lanterns Your embrace ensures I do not splinter when the fist comes down on my jigsaw form, when each day is tinged with silver winter, when I reside ...

Poem Eight Tanaga When When the stars are all sleeping, and each grey cloud weeping, no rewards fit for reaping, remember - love is keeping.

Hi, I enjoyed this. It flows nicely and I thought "through the tattered tapestry of yesterday's storm". I'd change "child's innocence" because it's a little predictable, and if I'm being ...