I doubt i would.

Yes my email is posted - send me a message if you like. I'll sort out a little file of things for you tomorrow if you'd like it. Right now I have to go - I'm at work and work's ended, so I'm off for some food. But thanks for all your support, it's great.

factoid thyroid meta beta! 7/10.

Since I don't know what your talking about(of course my mind's in the gutter) it's hard for me to appreciate all your imagery. But I'm just happy to see images and metaphor. --Winslow cradled... is my favorite of these. I wish I knew what you are talking about.

DA - I reckon 'cries' would be grammatically correct, but I just liked the short sound of 'cry' - thanks for the legitimate criticism though.

See you tomorrow!

eye-opener! 8/10, might be a mispell in stanza 4, 3 line, 1 word. see.ya!r

Yep, I feel like this some days, too. 8/10

For all I know I could be surrounded by biros. I don't pay much attention to those kinds of details. My son's constantly haing to point out all the things I'm oblivious to. Oh! well then --not shattering... is a strong sentence, both literal and figurative. Some truths can't be shattered.

probably. bugs like me. i get mobbed by butterflies, moths and hornets on a really regular basis. they don't do much, just land and sometimes lick me, which is really wierd.

Firstly I love this poem because it sets you up for the punch line and then actually delivers. Secondly there's alot of images and I love images. Wall and chink./wound which it inflicts. Are great images for God, but sand moulded bt faith, is completely brilliant. I voted earlier but I'll vote again 8

Exactly! Couldn't tell what England is precisely, but when i look out at the land from a train window and look at those gentle hills and the scudding clouds and hear the wind, I know it's worth something. And I bet you are surrounded by biros - they always have a little hole in the side

If I ever get published, I'm getting you to write the blurb on the back.

This is really poignant. No joke. You've got the elements and the child being twisted into a monster and then hated by society is sad reality. I work with at risk youth. It's so complicated. I look in some of their eye's sometimes and just for a second there's this flash of knowing it's over for them. Some of the lines are still too simple. I think you could do more with this one. 7

That would be an honor. Can you send me some of your poems so I can start working on it. I think your e-mails posted isn't it?

Thank you. Which lines? I'd be interested in any suggestions.

I really love this one. Possibly more than is healthy.

Look, all I was saying is if you can't keep her, screw her. That's what I did. Love the changes.

nice I like it - 9/10

It's complicated because you've set up a rythmn. I think you would have to start a completely different poem, maybe a companion to this one. Don't worry about the rhymning or the rythmn. Right down some images some genuine Lenore thoughts about the subject. Then we can work them out. Be sincere with yourself. Imagine the situation and react to it in a real way. Unfortunately I have to get off. I'm going on a trip. But i'll be back in 3 days. I'd love to see what you come up with just raw and unstylized. Talk with you then.