Plucky

I've broken the nudity record.

'Sblood. 'Tis terrible.

Let me assure you that it is much kinder if I neither comment nor critique.

Zounds. Up a bottle of wine. No wonder you feel like you're going to fall down the staircase.

Gadzooks. Beyond commentary.

Heavens. The intellectual and literary ninnyness makes the mind reel.

just a word of advice...stop naming your poems "untitled". Surely you can come up with a name for them. That title just makes the whole thing boring even if it isn't.

Nope, but I guess there's some meaning to it.

Remind me not to piss you off, or teach you how to load black powder.

All moments are painted I think, you just can't always distinguish the colors. I like this, let's see some more?

You are a voided homa.

I get it...and I love it

the last 6 lines are good. you need to maybe not use huge words together.. "crass nomenclature, warm in our eiderdown plicature." it really, really cuts up the flow. so there!

Do you really know that love comes but once, or are you just saying that because it sounds poetic and preformulated? And how would you know that, anyway? By my own count, love has come for me about seven times - unless you really mean *cum*, in which case, sadly, the correct figure is never.

How did it feel to win the Melben G. Glasscock Center for Humanities Research Prize in Historical Literary Studies?