poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

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:

Distal Thirty-One

I am a stone, a rumbling piece of mortar
where a black dog sits and waits for the sun to set.
It was a cavity, it was a case of the flu,
it was every mental excavation you could find
inside of my body when I'm lying down
in a daze, gagged by gas and the smell of rotten eggs.
Eggs and tuna, protein cakes inside of my arms and legs,
the plastic tubes running with my blood.
My dentist has red hair, and galumphs on slim fast
and spanish pastries. Her baby has a cavity.
He sits in a pool in an inner tube by the edge
and counts every one else's gums.
You have no enamel, she says to me. Good job, Sally Struthers.
It wasn't sweet tea or or sugar. Every nose,
every piece of lanugo that falls from her face is fighting.
It is fighting.

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