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Yes, your line breaks make work for a stanza, but then it just seems stilted. But: It’s one of those nights When one might say Gee, it’s good to Be ...

Hullo young Newbie, you intrigue me. There is some definite promise in your writing, dying to see what this place does to you. The cold wind moaned as it whipped ...

This is a post modernist masterpiece. Its deconstruction of literary artifice is seamless, its evisceration of the poetic establishment, quite chillingly heartbreaking. While these masterful subversio

One of my favourites from Saint-Saëns. There is a lot you could do with this. Ayra corrected most of the little things, I'd just add to it with this: The ...

The prodigious gadi, how wickedly you enthral us. Your tone recalled unto a salacious Mrs Woolf, a coy Mr Wilde, Dorothy Parker's short stories, the Saki of "Baker's Dozen", even ...

This is not robbed of sense, I like your concept, I like your specific material things with your abstract and emotional objects. That's the central idea I got from this, ...

Bah, still cannot hear your recording of it, so I can but comment upon the content. I am hoarding as much light as possible before the days get too short ...

So I get your frustration at bad critics, and aside from your pretty heavy grave robbing of ee cummings, that's what this work seems to me, a tirade against criticism. ...

Gee whiz, that's a creative spelling of woke, it really got my attention. Okay, it's been established this needs to be longer, and you have a lot of editing before ...

Enigmatic, dense but no impenetrable. Elegant, I love your sense of space. Hinting at an epic grandeur. This is a labyrinth of chimera. low on this high infinity For some ...

Upon first reading, I thought this is a Christmas card. Sweet, mainly visual, but a little too flat and papery to devour. But really then that's what this poem is ...

Oh now since when is that a criticism, 'it's about nothing', life is about nothing. Poetry that are exercises in observation are just as valid as conceptual works, as observational ...

Not entirely without pith. I like your first stanza's initial violence and then somewhat satirically saccharine analogies. Complex, and yet mundane, Americana and eviscerating the empty American dream

Few brief things. Pavel Ippolitovich disliked his shackles, he disliked that, upon walking into the cart, he had stepped into animal droppings, and he especially disliked that he was going ...

This is so deliciously frenetic. Now, I will notice around here there tends to be an anti-modernist/post modernist sentiment, and I'll admit terrible things have been done with stream of ...