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Another day dawns. Halogen hemisphere, polishing the grass-blades until they throw light around like children. You emerge. Dancing across mirrors; skirt shimmering in the breeze and the sunlight. The

4PM and darkness; curtains are closed, the sun has a blind spot, and all the security cameras in the world could not capture this implosion. His back sticks to the ...

I really liked the imagery you used here, and even though there was no rhyme, the flow was exceptional. Oh, and the way you used your exclamations was brilliant!! Gold ...

Good morning, darling I hope you are well. Take a breath, inhale the ink-dredging sunrise that creeps over the hilltops and chases the frost back to the lake. Let the ...

Chill, Galerius. Lol. I liked this Juniper, the message was good and the imagery was even better :-).. The only thing holding this back was your rather strict adherance to ...

Wow. Cleverr. Its almost minimalism, but obviously a bit long. I think that because of this: the poem being so postmodern- alpha-conceptual and all, it is flawed by its length. ...

edited... a different ending :-)

Umm a beach at sundown, getting eaten by mosquitoes in the dark, with nothing to lean on but my knee and a pen filled with sand. And with more mosquitoes ...

I liked it, concise but it worked. Up to the capitalised line it got the message across well, good imagery, word choice. You built up a nice 'vortex effect: being ...

Wow Juniper. You never cease to amaze me. I loved the snail, the bee, the window, the dark tree the most. And the dandelion was my absolute favourite, the close ...

Yeah, love your work old man. Lol. I am terribly sorry for such a useless review, but I honestly cannot find anything to change here: I cannot touch your imagery, ...

Arrogant f***head (false) with a strut(true lol), bleached blonde hair (false). Acts like he owns the place. lol I get noticed.. for worse more than better in this town. :-)

Geez. I look like I'm about to eat somebody... Maybe... But still very attractive :-D

Just a quick one- I'm afraid I won't be much help. Well... you beat the cliche: as soon as I saw the title I was worried, but you definitely surpassed ...

She wakes. Her eyelids divorced by electronic matchsticks- screaming in paranoia; panic. She stretches and yawns and stretches for the bottle of pills on the dresser. petrol in her car ...