S.S. Rose

Hey Golden! Mmmm....So. I kind of like this. Overall, that is. What I don't like: ...Seriously silent You can do better! Alliteration is nice, but not for its own sake. ...

Hiya Clem! This was alright. Well-executed vocabulary, although I disliked the fact that you used "spheroid" twice. The first stanza was my favorite, and I loved: (Clementine cries that she ...

hey coral! senorita rosa here to be your reviewer! so this is my first review in a long time, i'm a bit rusty, so bear with me. i liked this ...

“My moon, my moon! Touch it, have it!” A child’s voice echoes like rain in the brisk November air. It has been a typical Michigan autumn, and Papa carries me ...

Eva! It's been far too long! I love this piece! Your language (and maybe not word use so much as dialect and grammar) is very evocative...like Lumi mentioned, it paints ...

Hello Elinor! Thanks for reviewing my poem! Yes, it was very unclear and cryptic -- sorry 'bout that. "Sylvia" refers to the author/poet Sylvia Plath, whom I just had the ...

I never wear lipstick, So when I do it’s like I bit Into a pomegranate Or a neck full of blood God knows you’re heavy – You’re the reason I ...

“Luna” Moon-painted water – A million tides of black evening silk Speckled with salty white and moaning with The deepest of blues I am upon the edge, or rather I ...

Hello Everyone! Just a quick note: I'm still iffy about the title - I'm debating between Éros, which means "sensual love", because that certainly is part of this poem, and ...

"The Lord replied to Moses, 'Whoever has sinned against me I will blot out of my Book.'" Exodus 32:33 My feet crunch the leaves, colorless in the night. They are ...

I almost love your short stories...I adore your poetry, though. I almost wished your story would flow better, but that was just my first impression. On second thought, I liked ...

Sudden stillborn time erupts in snapdragon flame: A sun-spate summer. Onionskin eyes wide to a sky of kissing blue, Of June berries and rain-sick wind. Your eyes of coffee grounds ...

Please review! I would greatly appreciate it! Many thanks, S.S. Rose

Be still, heart of taken, pulsing sin – No more do tears of blood atone. That dreary toast! as hellish haunts do Raise to sneering lips their cups of fire, ...

Antiquated memory-lights glow Through faded paper leaves As retrospect clouds thought and breath, And Time syncopates the heart’s beat. A summer-spiced sun Falls in white drops of rain Through burni