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Re: Time
@Hannah I understand where you're coming from with the points you made and the criticisms you've offered, which are, as usual, very thoughtful. However, I think you've really missed the ...
Aug 11, 2011 -
Re: Listen
This is so beautiful! I'm such a sucker for anything about music, and you've done such a good job writing how music sounds, which is so difficult. I want to ...
Jul 28, 2011 -
Re: I Will Miss The Crows
This is incredible. It captures almost everything I love about summer, which is a subject I've seriously been probing for a while now. Like the reviewer above said, you use ...
Jul 28, 2011 -
Re: Death of The New Age
While I can't pin-point exactly what this is about, I really love it. Unfortunately, I don't have much criticism to offer, which I know is really unhelpful, but I at ...
Jul 28, 2011 -
Re: Time
Written to a song of the same name, as are most things I write. It was cold here. Not yet winter, and it was already cold enough that he needed ...
Jul 28, 2011 -
Re: The Hanging Garden
First of all, the writing itself is quite beautiful. Even though you changed it from poetry to prose, it's still very poetic, and it's lovely. However, plot-wise, it's very, very ...
Jul 26, 2011 -
Re: Flood
(This primarily about just messing around with language, because I wrote it for this album I was listening to, and was just trying to work out my impressions of the ...
Jul 22, 2011 -
Re: El Protetor.
First off, the descriptions are lovely. They're very clear, but not tired or cliche. In particular, I'm in love with this phrase: "it had punched a hole clean through the ...
Jul 22, 2011 -
Re: Maybe, I'm a Pencil
I don't know if this is what you were going for, but I think it's a sweet poem. The tone is almost child-like (in a good way, I mean, not ...
Jul 22, 2011 -
Re: Solving for X
I agree with the first reviewer who said that you should sort out the formatting. I thing you could just delete the "prologue" and "chapter one" and it would be ...
Jul 22, 2011 -
Re: Figurehead
As she walked, she melted. Overspill sloshed out of the sides of her shoes, leaving abstract splashes on the boardwalk behind her. Her fingers had dripped so long, they threatened ...
Jul 22, 2011
