timjim77

Scrapple? If you mean Scrapple, you must be from Philly. Well, this is definitely OTHER Fiction. The puns almost sent me over the edge. But I liked the Wendy's packet.

I think it's about a woman contemplating an abortion, if I'm not mistaken. "Killing in the name, of inconvenience and everything unsaid, like war on the caged. We'll lose like ...

Diary entry poetry is a delicate genre. It must be done with care, and best usually done with detchment. This poem does not seem like it was revised. You wrote ...

Thanks. Although I can't remember if the Parousia was an inspiration here, the reader always brings a deeper level of meaning to each piece of art.

Kamikaze Folly Fighter pilot forty-five Wanted to make a final dive He plunged his craft As he was daft And didn’t come out alive. In all his life, he’d never ...

The deluded sound of mournful sighs resounds through a marble cavern, dimly lit by stolid flames. Men push back their hairlines, while women lean on one another. The confessional is ...

Thanks. I corrected all the typos. The misspellings in the dialogue sections are intentional. Used as representation of their dialect.

The playground hummed with the rhythm of jump ropes hitting the ground. “A- one, a-two, baby got loose, better skip jump, girl, he’s coming for you.” The girls weaved in ...

Wanna know what i really liked about this poem? The way the structure mimicked the climax and buildup of the poem. It started out with short lines and gradually got ...

The ending saved the poem, and made it quite nice actually. In revision pay attention to the following things: 1. Metering. Rhythm is important because you don't want anyone to ...

I like Monopoly ® a lot I like Monopoly ® I like Monopoly ® a lot I like Monopoly ® Won’t you Monopoly ® with me? Can I be the ...

Very good, except: "the white flag that no longer meant stringent tidings" is basically a bit of nonsense.

This is the best of your poems that I have read (which is not nearly all of them). It is absolutely magnificent, and is everything that a modern poem should ...

This reminds me of something you might hear in a coffehouse with a bunch of hippies hanging on to old bongs and Leary books. While I can't judge the meaning ...

For some reason, I really enjoyed this. Spelling mistakes and all. Thank you.