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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?
Development updates from Twitter:
|The Firewheel Forest|
In a firewheel forest
full of tall trees on burning petals.
I stand like an ancient shrine
covered by brush, at the end of a lush, forest waiting to be found.
I squint into the forest with hopes of seeing you walk steadily towards me,
Steadily towards me like the raspberry wind,
Raspberry wind that's raising the leaves in the wood and weeds,
Wood and weeds that have over grown through the months.
The negative space is now glowing gold between trees
and I still stand firm
with my hands holding letters weathered by anxiety.
I blink in drunken disbelief but believe
you are standing inches from me.
I begin to unwrinkled my letters to you,
My letters to you that smell like raspberry wind,
That same raspberry wind that raised the leaves in the wood and weeds,
The woods and weeds that you walked through to find me.
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