TJEvans

He Lusts For Imperfection Even Now I would have you speak of unkind truths, please: not sunshine on the window-glass and soft gloved hands to guide me thus and so, ...

I like it. Sue me. In fact, I really like it. I think it's poetry. It feels like poetry. It sounds like poetry. poetry: 1. the art of rhythmical composition, ...

I like this already, I shall say first. Complicated, but she could do it. She ground her teeth. Anything to get rid of the damn government. This seems rather sudden, ...

Okay, admittedly, now I'm just going to troll through your writing obsessively. I say again, I adore this. The lengthened lines are a tad cumbersome to work with before you ...

I have to disagree with all but the last two comments--this is absolute brilliance. I do so adore the strict, rigid rhyme scheme--it helps the words to flow off the ...