poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

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?

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Random Poem:

Spine Rites

A dilated
moment—magnetic to night spells: a sanctuary
of pictures of paintings of rigor  mortis
in the drains, waters taste of animated
film and words travel our dimensions, leaving ghosts
in newborn mucus. Vessels leach out of becoming. Skin.
Color is turned back to fragile gray, blackened
by searching our amputated homes, again. Cords
riven from us, as we scramble for them and squirm
to breeze or gill—gaping in our means: new
glass    spectacle.
On a woke moor, a glamour-blessed woodsman lust the
scorches of a fairy solace, trips on ghoul valance.
Din is the uterine vapor fed by a farmed host—
mortal to their other world.
This, our maundy body contorts
milk-giving posset.
Nourishment mulls wine, split. Wine itself—amniotic.
A cervix paves out a last nude echo—
seas the vagina, frothing mimicry dust.
A time paves.., drinks in all conception.                    The
tunnel membranes

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