Kit

Poem removed at author's request. I do not mind the 'a' so much, this is quite a frenetic piece, so an unexpected pivot here and there works with the tone, ...

I disagree about the moths, I mean it's more about the movement then the clothes eating and in that sense is observationally precise, besides which the physical eating of the ...

I love the concrete mixer , it rocks my socks off, I have to say. It is a very nifty bit of observation right there. The other stanzas do not ...

Good effort, there are some interesting ideas here, these are just some main ways to edit. 1) Read aloud, I cannot stress this enough. On the page something can look ...

Take off your pants, and eat this chocolate bread, we are going to talk about Debussy, cherie, for I am zee sonics mermaid, come to butter your croissant. Why are ...

Hi Katlyn. I can see that this poem comes from a very raw place for you, maybe your voice, maybe the voice of a friend. This is in very stark ...

Starting from the beginning of the beginning. Kit's nitpickingish nitpicking critique part the One Moments I found this one interesting, I don't know why it reminded me of the beats. ...

United we stand For I will forever hold you hand In this graying bliss With your sweetest kiss We can forever be Together; just you and me No complications, Or ...

Cadaver I’m just another Cadaver. Formaldehyde sits in my veins Like fragrant pink blood. I live in a refrigerator. I am cold, dead. Mute. My teeth are yellow From the ...

You don't even know, You stupid, clueless boy, That the way that you've been treating me Has made my heart a toy. You don't even realize, You foolish, bumbling lout, ...

Don’t you think its time? For Me, to stop being me, and become the woman I’m suppose to be.. I just don’t know how, to let my childhood go, And ...

Your dilemma reminds me of a legend about one of my favourite composers, he wrote a piece called La Lascivae, and then realised maybe referring to lasciviousness was iffy considering ...

Jesse James was never a fool, He could handle a gun like a thread on a spool. A gun crazed criminal the story is told, A pistol a hat, is ...

In an empty, dark room I sit by the wall, huddled into a corner with a million shards Of my broken dreams scattered everywhere, Destroyed forever, By mere Conventions.......... I ...

I need to get into more of your works to get a feel for your style, so probably everything I say will be entirely irrelevant. I want to see William ...