poetry

I'm a poetry major. It's a full-time job.
Psych! No, it's not, really. I write when I feel like it, even if something's due tomorrow for critique. Inspiration and procrastination are how I roll. If you've got effusive praise or constructive criticism, I've got an e-mail account: critique me.

strange sympathy
solstice
encounter with a stranger abroad
retrograde motion
second thoughts
don't let them break you down
dear placebo
dreams of morpheus
impugned
two of a kind
chemist's cabinet
autumn chill
wondering
spare parts
one night stand-off
strawberries
godless
a better liar
juice
grey skies
she fell
cover girl
dying kind of day
ginger
over the falls
zero degrees
just another ending
saltwater
cinderella's chores
her last tuesday
january
through glass
eleven stories
underwater
spring's gone down the gutter
with conviction
you're welcome to watch
disappointment*
drag*
crepuscular*
this end up*

* means I bothered to put up something new.