poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

The watch and the hiding

When I were a lad
Da bought me a watch
heavy as a guilty throat.
I wore them both that day.
With a keen wrist and backhand
for I lost it on the dune
doing gambols from earshot.
I was Ma’s Angel;
but me Da’s Devil.
When I said I lost the watch
me Da shouted Jesus
and I screamed Jesus
followed by Ma.
Jesus came in a buckle;
me Ma came upstairs
pleading for the leather
but Da replied in spittle n steel
and seven lashes
with me sisters age added
for an example.
This went on and on
till forty years later
Jesus took me Da,
and I buried him
In my wife’s face
beating her
for surfacing my devils
So what am I ?
me wife says nothing
then I am her silence,
and that is that.

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