I think that maybe there is nothing else to say. Except I hope you got rid of him.

This sounds great and I like the cultural history clash - this is an era caught in a moment. I don't like 'Keybored' though - tricksy.

The mention of Enya tunes makes me chuckle

I think my girlfriend's a Leo and we get on alright. I'm a Scorpio. So what does that mean? Someone enlighten me!

Very descriptive and economical - I'm there.

I like this, has a country kind of atmos I think. Perhaps if Dusty Springfield did country, she would sing something like this. In fact I'm hearing chords and basslines and everything. Woohoo!

I like this, the run-on rhythms and enjmabemenet and all, but i wish I knew what the reference was about. It sounds very X Files - is this based on a true story?

Well, I think this stays funny after a couple of readings - it's a kind of gallows humour, becuase you know why it feels all wrong and yet it feels all right. I know the feeling. It often gives me cause to laugh on a long and lonely night. Oh ha ha ha.

I think I need to read some Lovecraft/MR James/Poe etc because there's a lot of stuff on here that I don't get. I bemoan my ignorance.

Mysterious and tantalising - the relationship between the driver and the woman is very intriguing. There is a deep subtext to this, I like it a lot.

When I had hair, it was red, and my oh my how I feel your pain. I especially like the 'Heh'. Every poem should have one. Bonza.

This treads the line between sexiness and violence very carefully. The woman is at first alluring and then scarily needy - the 'beautiful fierce arms' are threatening and sexual. It's not a new observation that sex and violence often go together, but it is done well here. God's wife, you've completely thrown out all your stuff from last week - why?

Red heads must stick together. We are an abused minority.

I shall tootle down to my library forthwith in search of creepiness. I like N Hawthorne though - what do you reckon of him?

'Naive as turnips' alone merits big points. I like the picture of the obliviousness of children and the knowledge of its transience. And turnips basically rock.

I find the rhymes a little too facile -the syntactical contortions that you employ to produce the rhymes ('from deep is gleaned') are correspondingly awkward. But maybe it's just because I don't like Dylan Thomas either...

OK, but that background is not clear from the poem itself. But don't get me wrong - I think the dignity of the piece comes over loud and clear.

I like the argument of this - it is very sonnet-like, and so is the 14-line form although you've not gone for a rhyme scheme. I'm not sure the final couplet convinces though - plainly the narrator doesn't love this person more than their dignity, rather, they are afraid of rejection I would think. After all, it is easier to love from afar than to test your love on the 'front line'.

This is great. May the birds always be sleeping.

If he doesn't do these things , he is a cad and a bounder. I'm sure he could be persuaded.