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scary monsters:  what the critics are saying

 

With shaking hands I just poured a second cup of coffee after another sleepless night that valium didn't cure.

"Narcotic Pain" was absolutely gut-wrenching to read.  "Dark Road" filled me with remorse and longing for the times in my life I was blithely unaware of misery.

I try to get by with distractions but your poetry made me stop and face myself this morning.

Beautifully written introspection and compelling observations on life.

I miss you—

Julie Bogers

The raw edge of your expression reminds me of Claude Monet painting his dying wife and Vincent van Gogh painting his wheat field.  (Note to readers:  Julie is my sister.  See the family resemblance?)

 

 

...your so-called "poem" ["angel"]...

Deanna Day

I love you too, Deanna.  By the way, how many more boyfriends have you discarded since last time we chatted?  Did you meet your quota last year?  Getting any use out of that electronic stud finder I gave you?

 

 

I am delighted to inform you that your poem "falling behind" has been awarded our prestigious Editor's Choice Award because it displays a unique perspective and original creativity—judged to be the qualities most found in exceptional poetry.

Howard Ely

Managing Editor, poetry.com

Thank you Howard, but I was actually hoping for money.  Come to think of it, I guess you were, too.  Sorry to disappoint you.

 

 

Can I go now?

Michelle Reinertson

Oh, um—sure, sweetie.  You sure you wouldn't like Daddy to read you "narcotic pain" just one more time before bed?

 

 

Your poems are so intriguing... so full of depth, hidden meaning, love and sorrow.

Vidya Champatsingh-Ali

So are you, Vids, so are you...

 

 

Imagery like you use [in "Introspectus V"] is forceful and harkens back to a more classical time when a quatrain of poetry compressed within its meter pages of hidden meaning...I don't usually care for contemporary poetry.  To me, it often seems wordy, littered with incongruities, effortless, and affecting a quasi cerebral mentality sans substance.  Your poem had substance.

Philip Adix

Damn, Philip, you sound like you know what the hell you're talking about.

 

 

Your poetry is absolutely phenomenal...not that I expected anything less, but you certainly have a gift.  There is so much emotion to your writing, both poetry and prose.

Eva Diabolica

You always were a kind, giving, and honest person Eva—is that your real name?  Anyway I do hope that emotion wasn't too much for you...please don't put a hex on me, love, I'll be good.

 

 

BRAVO, Richard!!!

Your "Introspectus V" is, absolutely, the best poem I have seen on these boards...deep and meaningful, expressive work.  Thanks!

Chester Beck

You're a sweet guy, Chester.

 

 

...very moving poetry.  The depth, the pain and sadness, makes me believe that you have suffered at sometime...

Connie Gerencser

Not me, Connie, I thrive on being treated like freshly squeezed dog turds on a newly ironed tablecloth.

 

 

I could feel the "narcotic pain." Very well written. "neither" rocked me till I was dizzy.  I know about your "angel" but it was not me, I would have touched your brow.

Kathleen Nydam

Actually I think you did, Kathleen—or maybe it was somewhere behind my brow...

 
   
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