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     All right, so you've made it to my little corner of the world, and I'm inviting you to view and criticize my work. This is an honor that I have not bestowed on even the closest of my family and friends. Consider yourself privileged.
 
     Okay, seriously, here's the deal. I really, really, really, really need you to e-mail me your opinions on my stuff. None of my pieces are titled. I included the date (or 'date unknown') that each piece was written at the top of each poem. So when you e-mail me (Contact and Links), be sure to include the date and subtitle (if applicable) as a reference to the poem(s) you are commenting on, so I'll know what you're talking about.
 
     Don't worry about hurting my feelings: I already know that 90% of the stuff sucks. But I need you to help me figure out specifically which 90% sucks and why. The only rule I have about criticism (and praise) is that it come with a reason. Don't just say, "I didn't like it," "It just didn't move me," or "That second poem was really good," and leave it at that. Let me know why it didn't move you, or why you really liked one particular poem. Give me something to work with. Cool? Good. I hope you find some enjoyment in my work, even if it's only to snark *g*. Now READ! READ, READ, READ! Get to it! *cracks whip*

My Favorite Poem of the Moment

7/16-24/00

     ...and the wind brushes by like
A kiss
     as if in a race
     with the setting sun
     to be the first to caress my face
     and the time
     disappears in mid-air
     as if it
Is never
     even there
     while the taste of strawberries and cream
     hangs still on the edge of my lips
     and the tips of your fingers
Just
     hover still around my hips
     while the wind brushes by like
A kiss...



I love you. Really, I do...But if you steal any of my shit, I will hunt you down and cut off your toes, very very slowly, with a jagged piece of glass, and then stick them in your various orifices. My stuff may suck, but it's MY stuff. Stealing is wrong, 'k?