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The revision is great, but I don't get the "aqua green" image.

Shells crushed down to nothing, but in an echo, there is a soul there on the winter's shore. I am a woman bloomed too early, who still bleeds from bullet ...

I think people are afraid of your personal poems. that the earth is never as permeable as it is, I know what this means, but taken literally, it's awkward. If ...

don't you say the past is haunting you. Is this a question? I think as an accusation, it would serve as a great beginning. Otherwise, it's just not phrased correctly. ...

Dried palms crumple to the soil of these streets, blazing fields of sunsets on every suburban lawn. Amongst these crinkled veins, grains of harvest are reaped, scythes slicing the youth ...

I'm not sure if I like the planned out construction of this poem, so precise and layered like it was a blueprint. The similes are no forced, but definitely sequenced ...

They can’t see us except for our shade, and we can’t speak to them unless it’s with lead. I love the linebreak here, but I just wanted to know - ...

feel the heat from his breath[s] like[/s] , a slow-rolling fog. Beside me in bed, his arm crosses the arch of his nose, and I think: [s]Rye[/s]. His skin is ...

I'm sorry if this came across as unclear - it was a dedication to my close friend, Kiera, who did take her life by suicide just a week ago. She ...

Jesus, and that stanza, are all about the sacrifice of anyone who is self-centered in their youth.. which is usually most adolescents. The sacrifices their families, friends and others make ...

I don't usually do posts like this -- but I loved it. I think it's the best I've read by you. Though I think the title might be better as ...

they are oceans of sorrow, hidden, only seen by others as shadows, This conjured up the image of marias for me - seas on the moon that are just acutally ...

chapter 16, a zenith before the penny drop - the slight of hand before the clash; a clatter and fields of copper leaves plummet into the depths of our aching ...

Oh, I'm really sorry, Snoink. I thought I fixed all of those. I actually noticed them, too. I must have copied the wrong version. Thanks!

a sidestreet memorial in shambles; i, standing on the corner of these two suburban lanes, half dumbstruck that i left my heart throbbing on my kitchen table, half horrified that ...