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Take with salt; mind the edges. This is an interesting poem, and one which vexes me, no matter how often or from what viewpoint I read it. Love for the ...

Take with salt; mind the edges. I like reviewing your work. :) Is being rich truly good? Having everything you desire from electronics to food buying everything without tire The ...

Well goodness. This is unique. There are many great qualities - the dialogue is fascinating, and relatively well written, and the setting is quite fun. Were it not beset by ...

My usual opening doesn't seem quite right here. This poem is beautiful. I cannot make any statements regarding its whole that serve it justice. But I can make some smaller ...

Take with salt; mind with care. Fascinating choice of username. A writer’s frustration comes from the mind we keep thinking and thinking until we go blind The last line's rhyme ...

Take with salt; mind with care. When my mother held me tight to her body, singing me to sleep. There was once a day when I wasn't aware of humanity ...

Take with salt; mind with care. I appreciate your effort at analyzing and critiquing the current literary epoch (if one desires to call it such a lofty name). You have ...

Mind the edges; take with salt. I occasionally glimpse spirit and beauty in this poem, but restrained by bland structure and the occasional egregious line. That is to say: this ...

All of these reviews have just been so polite. Take with salt; mind with care. There was a distinct atmosphere in the room. Decent introduction. A little lackluster - the ...

Is it weird to review your mentor's work? I had to read it more than once, but I found the beauty in this poem. I was originally hung up on ...

The introductory stanza is beautifully refined. Excellent work. "Buoyes" does not have an 'e' in it. Just "buoys." And I think by "tiering" you mean "tiring." "Perhaps warning" weakens your ...

The first stanza is basically entirely excellent. you are on the table of my breastbone, in the lines of my breath, the mountain peaks of my ribs, the quiet of ...

Mind the edges; take with salt. There are very many superficial, grammatical corrections to be made to this piece. It complicates my reading greatly for something to be unfortunately afoul ...

Mind the edges; take with salt. I like things that are built well. the window is a machine -- opened, the breeze leeches summer from my bones, pulls exhaust into ...

Things get tough, sort of like meat when it’s dried into jerky, or mathematics. The thing is, things get tough, and that’s just life, so there’s really no use in ...