poetry critical

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A message from your absent editor

Hey all, it’d be a lie to call PC anything but abandoned, but it’s not forgotten. I’m constantly thinking about Poetry Critical 2.0 and very, very occasionally doing a little work on it. Unfortunately, I don’t really have the time or energy to devote to upkeep that the site needs and I apologize that it’s a bit derelict—but to be clear, I have no intention of selling the site or the domain name or taking it down now or at any time in the future.

Thank you all so much for continuing to pour love into the site—I know it sucks that it feels unreciprocated, but it’s the community that keeps things going here here! Keep up the great work.

P.S. It’s been a few years—and I hadn’t updated the bar below since 2008—but a donation in early February put us over the top of paying for the first year of hosting at the new server. $600! That’s a lot of generosity for a site that I’ve neglected, and I really appreciate it.

 
$608!!!
$600
Donation Drive: Pay for first year of hosting Accomplished! Thanks so much everyone.

Random Poem:

Emotional Void
Mirm

The last time I cried
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was when I read a book
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and the protagonist died.
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That was three days BEFORE
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my grandmother died.
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We weren't close, I tell people
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but that's just my excuse
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for not sobbing harshly
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into my pillow.
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I tried
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I did
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to turn on the faucets
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of my eyes.  But the plumber
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seems to be off duty.
 14
Because I still haven't
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shed a tear.
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And at her funeral,
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I stared at the picture
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of ME on the tableau
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instead of going over
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to see what she looked like
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when she was young.
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She was my last living grand
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and I didn't even cry. And even
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though I say she wasn't close to me,
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the first one to die was... I never cried
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for her, either.
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