poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

My Optics

I wear glasses so I can see you but you can’t see me
       and a greyhound can see 280 degrees round
so no wonder he does all that head jiving and sometimes
       it’s just as hard for me to focus—
please take me to someone who knows something
     about all of this, whether this donut is a donut
plus its hole or whether the donut and the hole
     are one unit
                         then the hole says “Now I’m lost!”
and of course you are, who can see you except me
     after these purple leaves—exorcise me
from this exercise, please
oh help, oh hurry (!) the vision in my closed eyes is blurry:
bodies unimportantly either aware or unaware or
     alive or unalive coursing the sea
of self-fulfilling prophesies; life is
this sleep, and each catching what they’re doing
     only as they do it, my hands
so red and clean they exist
                         in two worlds at once
     I awake to hear the old man on my lucky penny screaming,
“I don’t fit in this wretched circle!”
                         Of course we don’t.

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