blackbird12

It is after the first Mass of the day, in the close hush of the church, and Rachel should be praying. She kneels in the pew with hands folded, her ...

we drift at the edge of a body of water still unnamed in the atlas, the slouch of serpents in its innards. dropped to water in baptismal pose we were ...

Prayer ~ Jorie Graham Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way to create current, making of their ...

Prompt (to understand the aims of the essay): In his introduction to A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry , Nobel Prize winner Czeslaw Milosz states: “My ...

the bowl of dawn drops open, its pearled walls eroding with light at the horizon— that plane where sky knots with ocean, where your figure is blurred and swept from ...

Jagged, Why did you feel the need to ruin everything that was building and growing so beautifully in this poem with that absolutely horrendous closing line? Seriously?

I think with this latest poem, you are now beginning to liberate yourself from the creative struggles you were having earlier with trying to cover new ground, illuminate unseen facets ...

Dali is a dream. And so is that poem.

I haven't written an official critique in ages, so forgive me if this isn't up to par, as I'm rather rusty. For the most part, I will forgo a focus ...

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