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:

When He Knocks

The neighbors all warned you
though you didn’t really believe,
chalked it up to gossip,
until you saw him yourself
on the sex-offender list—his name
bold-faced on the page, his crimes
in print, no longer whispers
in kitchens over cups of tea.
You were always polite, always
waved back, but now you
force smiles, so he won’t know
you know.
What do you say to him,
your neighbor
who molested his own sons,
when he knocks on your door
and asks to borrow
a cup of sugar?  If you let him,
will he come back?  Will he
walk over to you
at the yearly block-party or at church
and try to strike up conversation,
leaving others wondering,
whispering about you?  You lie,
tell him no, you’re out of sugar too.
He trudges across the yard, back
to his truck and leaves
(for the grocery store).
That night you’re locking up
the house before bed, as you’ve grown
accustomed to doing, and you see
a fresh bag of sugar on your doorstep.

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