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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:

señor
unknown
señor,	1
the little hispanic girl	2
calls out softly.	3

i'm at the park	4
pushing my son	5
on the swings.	6

she's sitting	7
on the swing	8
next to us.	9

señor,	10
she calls again	11
a little louder.	12

i purposely	13
ignore her.	14

i know	15
she wants me to push her.	16
i don't mind doing it,	17
but these days	18
you're liable to get	19
accused of being a child molester.	20

señor!	21
she squeaks	22
at the top of her lungs.	23

i don't know	24
where all these hispanic kids come from.	25
but here at this park	26
they're always thick like locusts	27
and their parents	28
are never around.	29

finally her older brother	30
on the swings to our right	31
says: mister my sister wants you to push her.	32

i push her with my left hand	33
and my son with my right.	34

then they decide	35
it's another little girls' turn,	36
but the brother	37
isn't strong enough	38
to lift his sister	39
out of the bucket seat.	40

i lift her out	41
and drop in a little girl	42
with a forehead	43
like mount rushmore.	44

how do you get	45
so big muscles?	46
the brother	47
asks me.	48

i tell him	49
i lift weights.	50

i don't have weights,	51
he says	52
staring at my arm.	53

i tell him	54
he can get an empty	55
gallon milk jug	56
fill it with sand	57
and do curls with it.	58
like this,	59
i say	60
showing him the motion.	61

you teach me	62
i be right back,	63
he says excitedly	64
and runs home	65
to pour out	66
the family milk supply.	67

rapido señor,	68
says the new little girl	69
in the swing.	70

she's fearless.	71
black eyes like obsidian.	72

rapido,	73
she orders me like a general.	74
rapdido rapido	75
up to the clouds.	76
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poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Welcome!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Development updates from Twitter:

Follow @poetrycritical for more!

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