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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:

permanent things (for robinson jeffers)

i hit the pipe.
she hit the pipe.
then i
made a slow snow angel
on the hardwood floor
of her bedroom.
she sat cross-legged
on the bed
and let out
a loud sigh.
why so
young cricket?
i asked.
she said
it just dawned on her
that when she died
there were only
three people
who would be sad.
and if it were a hundred
you'd feel better?
i asked.
she said flatly
staring into
the palms of her hands.
i told her
the poet
robinson jeffers
wrote about the mountains
and the oceans.
permanent things,
not silly temporary things
like humans
and their emotions.
told her
the way jeffers saw it
we'll all be gone
and the mountains
and oceans will remain
without ever having given
one thought about us.
that's pretty heavy,
she said
and hit the pipe again.
i told her
the only reason
jeffers thought like that
was because
he stole the love of his life
off a famous lawyer
in california.
got the girl huh?
she laughed.
i told her:
his heart was taken care of
so he could afford to
ponder over his
permanent things.
i want you inside me,
she said
dropping her leg down
over the side of the bed
like a crane.
she dug her foot
into my balls.
i grabbed her
at the ankle
and pulled her down
heat and motion:
we didn't think about mountains,
or the ocean,
or robinson jeffers.

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