September 27

The Nearest Simile is Respiration by Ashley Capps

I don't particularly like this poem, but at least there's an energy there, a real feeling of passion and fervency. So many poems lately seem to be too cool for school. Maybe it's just that I'm so uncool that I feel inadequate when things are cool. Dunno. I did feel this poem worked rather like smelling salts on me.

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[is that all you do] by Jon Woodward

There isn't much here here, no real images or charged language. Breaking things into lines doesn't make things poetry, and neither does just taking out punctuation.