sabradan

"She" is the darkness, night.

Speaking of which, get to it, boy! Chop chop! We want more!

Dude. this is amazingly amazing. I'm loving it too much to be a (in the words of Mesh) Crazy-editor. I am assuming I will be mentioned in it too? If ...

Random ending...which I liked! It sounded like a story more than a poem. I would suggest changing this to fiction or something. Its a balllad, Wiggy. Its supposed to be ...

I think she is too, Bob. I love it, so far. KEEP IT UP!

I want in.

With regards to Sam's comment- I could be wrong- but I interpreted "there are no children here" as stating that because of what the children have gone through in Israel ...

Ah, Crap. Any suggestions for titles?

HALO FTW. Sorry, I'll go back to my on again off again critiquing/lurking again.

James reminds me a lot of me. Funny, but kind of sad, too...if you get my drift. ;)

I didn't find this funny. My suggestion: watch stand-up comedians do their acts on stage/tv. Model your format and the style of material (not the ACTUAL material) you use after ...

I really liked this poem. As a fellow middle-easterner, this makes me feel homesick. Good job.

Isn't the plural of Tenderfoot Tenderfeet? Also, its spigot, not spicket.

La poema es muy bonita, y yo gusto(thats supposed to have an accent over it) especialmente estes linas: ¡cigarra, dichosa tú! de que usted morirá de un corazón sofocado – ...

small techinical errors, very few. This makes me sad. :(