timjim77

Wow. This makes me want to give you a caustic critique just so I feel all that emotion in your next poem. This poem is very difficult to critique, because ...

Hmm. Now, while there was some great stuff in this poem, it was too short to have overpowerewd the not-so-great stuff. I do not dislike your poem, but I do ...

"Impune" should be impugn. "Dreams wafts" should be dreams waft. Question mark at end of first stanza. First stanza weak. Second stanza broken, but intense and fascinating. Third stanza echoes ...

Well, great. Now we have another piece that forces us to define poem, prose, and everything else. I agree that this is not a poem, but before we tell someone ...

You didn't offend me. Simply bored me.

Subtly caustic, a wild paradox. Good work. Not exactly smooth on the down-go, but interesting enough (and brief enough) to make it well worthwhile. Nice.

I liked the second one better. The first seems full of itself. The second though, has a very intersting, unique style. It comes off as a dialogue, and utilizes line ...

Once again, doing what you do best, pairing words and painting images. Your poems often come across as paintings, and when you make the right strokes, they are pure beauty. ...

The imagery and word choice is incredible with the exception of the last stanza and line, which dragged the poem down a little bit. The content is a bit stale, ...

"Binary of my shadows." Awesome. I enjoyed this, and I like the way youn use words. Your selection of words I would disagree with at times. This poem would benefit ...

How is it homoerotic? She's a girl.

I know some of my most influential are Dylan Thomas, Emily Dickinson, and Longfellow. What are yours? How have they affected your writing?

Dust embraces the morning Like a freshly fallen dew And the steam from the tipple Extols its weary wisdom, Chanting in whistles and The grinding of rotors. The unquestioning miners ...

What about Realism? Why is that always overlooked and relegated to an "other"? The vast majority of modern literature is based on realism.

[pre]My core fled and escaped to her hand, and the mere thought of her beauty chills me with its reality; I fear my iniquity, my avid seed. If to be ...