poetry critical

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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:

Mambi was named after Bill Cosby's lips

Mambi was a cool cat,
named after the way
Bill Cosby’s thick black lips
tumbled over themselves
in a waterfall of ebonics
to say “mambi”, not “man”,
when he was being Mushmouth.
Mambi moved to the porcelain
to drink dishwater,
a pariah
among white kitchen appliances -
a rapid of sinew and strut.
Mom buried her pale hands
in the ebony fur, whispering,
“I love your perfect blackness.
I would wear you like a dress -
hunt in alleyways and jazz dives,
in heat, for mousy men.”
Mambi started shitting blood
at seventeen. Mom resigned
herself to the wash; pushing
whiteness on the dishes, the socks,
the threadbare underwear dad wore
when, standing like a bone
and gripping Mambi by the nape,
he scattered these words
like chewed birds on the counter:
“It’s time for her to go.”
Later, while driving his wife
to a rich couple’s house
where she would sew together
torn draperies,
a tail of soot flicked
from the smokestacks at the veterinarian.
Dad poured through his pearly teeth
“Look, Mambi smoke.”

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