Re: oedipus is raising a pint to me now by <~>	18-Oct-02/7:03 PM
Yea wel,l Oedipus didn't know what he was doing, you on the other hand...
Re: regret. by darby pyn	18-Oct-02/7:36 PM
Caught between hell and home is fucking fanstastic. this quickly turns to caios at "bored contention..."
Re: Impervious by heart	18-Oct-02/7:47 PM
Very sweet. You must have been in a terific mood when you wrote this.
Re: Loosed by <~>	18-Oct-02/7:50 PM
Better. Juliet didn't drink her death but I don't mind. She did unsheath one happy dagger. Perhaps it should be "my weapon" singular.
Re: journey to being the top rapper by kliq	18-Oct-02/8:47 PM
You're world sounds more racist then mine. Your sister has food stamps, she doesn't need to trade sex for bread.
Re: The generosity of others. by darby pyn	19-Oct-02/2:52 PM
I really connect with the way you write. It needs some refining, but you have a natural and distinctive flow. It's 'cerEmony' . I'm impressed by many of your images. The penultimate line is a true beauty. Pause after "posture' . 'hold' to 'holding' a want a line break between 'smoke' & 'coated'. Sage Scents floors with no room to grow. stiffen my posture, holding my bow at attention. dizzy from the smoke coated prayers with no knees, just needs. I or nothing. nothing. no thing just manicured widows, white dress and green eyes trade fingers for palms on sunday. ceremony not service. popularity from thrift with diamond watches gold plated hearts well versed in spin but not sincerity? twist the contradiction to a noose. hang the messenger
regarding some deleted poem...	19-Oct-02/3:03 PM
Mother?
Re: Mi Virgin De Guadalupe by slipping	19-Oct-02/3:19 PM
Fascinating. She's such a powerful symbol. I love her mystery and her maternal, unconditional mercy. The 1st stanza is perfect but the 2nd falls apart slightly. Slightly. Soem typos and bad grammer but over all can be worked into art. Thanks for being here.
Re: Cancer Haikus by poetandknowit	19-Oct-02/8:06 PM
Somehow I overlooked these. Semillas de tus agonias. 2 nights ago I met a boy who's mother died when he was sixteen. I said that must of been awful, and he replied ' I was 16, I hated her'.
Re: Hedgehog's Dilemma by Shin-Bojangles	21-Oct-02/7:50 AM
You love to speak to the select few, and I am not included.
Re: unprepared by Aggreddion	21-Oct-02/8:13 AM
There's quite a few typos. this doesn't flow very well, I think partially because of the afore mentioned.
Re: One liners for the ladies by INTRANSIT	21-Oct-02/8:36 AM
The clover doesn't so much feed honey as affect it. would it work as The clover affects the honey The way you affect my soul.
Re: Plucking hearts and banjo by horus8	21-Oct-02/8:46 AM
Very good. malaria net and huck fin are my favorites. Its errol flynn isn't it?
regarding some deleted poem...	21-Oct-02/8:50 AM
I don't get line 2.
Re: Unadorned by w~* ATHENA *~w	21-Oct-02/8:52 AM
Silent voices cannot be heard. I couldn't read any further after that.
Re: Hunt by cobalt	21-Oct-02/9:14 AM
Excellent edit.
Re: The generosity of others. by darby pyn	21-Oct-02/9:16 AM
On 6th read I very much kike this as is. You have a rawness which perhaps should stay raw.
Re: Belongings by Christof	21-Oct-02/10:55 PM
This popped up on random, I 'd forgotten it. I forget things. If you tell me a joke, in 3 months time you can tell it to me again. I love how you manage to conceal the punch til the last moment.
Re: Midnight Dream by Katie	21-Oct-02/11:08 PM
Yucky. That is so totally gross!!! How could you even think of role-playing with someone on the internet? I mean, they could be a pervert or something, like maybe they own a laundromat called sudsorama, and they steal little girl's knickers from hampers when noones looking. Or worse you could be getting off with some old prof who touches his weenie while he's standing up behind that wood thing that holds his papers and stuff. Crusty residue on the sleeve of his tweed jacket. Ewww. Or it could be an lady whos so fat she doesn't leave the house and pretends she's a dude.
regarding some deleted poem...	21-Oct-02/11:23 PM
This was a total piece of cramp intil the parrot showed up. You are a complete and utter genius, yes genius. The muse is with you whispering absurdities. (Never feed a muse gin). So my son wants to know if your name is some kind of depilatory product? 10 for the parrot and his brave newspaper heart.