Wonderful.

I like the historical references within this; the birth of Nero, I can see Agrippina going through this, but also, historically she was just as scheming as her son, if not worse. I liked this though, keep up the good work.

Much love,Juliet.

excellent word choice. "floundering over steaming asphalt"
I've been away too long.

It's Lieschen...I got sick of the name. This one made me sad. In a good way, of course.

Oh, I love this poetry collection by you! It's fantastic! I especially love this one :)

Hey! Oh I love this! Sorry I'm reviewing chapter 8 out of the blue but I love the cheshire cat, lol. Anyway this is really good! Actually, I want to say that I've read quite a lot of your stuff but you write so much i simply can't review everything but I will try, you are EXTREMELY talented and your imagery is awesome! Fantabulous! Love, Mia

Almost like a tongue twister, it' so fun to say...but it's also the kind of piece that really makes you *think*. Great job.

Fantastic. Beautiful. Amazing. You have a true talent for writing, and your poems make me remember why poetry is called an art.

eep!! haiku!! So glad to welcome you to the fold. They're addicting, really, once you get started. And--wow. I'm a bit in awe at the sheer brilliance of this one. First haiku, you say? Either you're lying or I'm very, very jealous. Gotta love those Shakespearean references...
~lyv

"Fingernails –/
Jagged as mountain peaks,/
Jabbing at her skin…/"
I knew right away that this would be different from your usual, but it was different in a good way...it's nice to see that you can deviate and still be brilliant. The imagery is crisp, vivid, and effective, and...yeah. I'll stop trying to be technical. I got a picture of a distraught, too-thin, grieving young woman, scratching bird-like at her hair, her arms, her eyes, picking her clothes like twigs, eyes roaming. And then the title--well that changes things a bit, but I'm still staying with my original image ^^. Sorry it's taken so long to review...oh, and just so you know, I put a piece up in tribute to all of you here who I count friends...care to check it out?
~lyv

Such visceral, slamming language here--every image stuck out clearly, sharply, almost to the point of too sharply, in my mind, like a set of negatives developed with the best of equipment, still wet on the proof sheet, wrenching focused evidence of the photographer's--or, in your case, poet's--sheer brilliance. You never cease to amaze me. Every line is perfection.

~lyv

Cold and echoing and stark. The line "gold and pink-blooded assassin" gave a sudden rush of warmth and passion, but I don't know how. This was another fantastic poem - I
m off to finish reading what I've missed !
ELise

*jumps* Wasn't expecting that.

Like all great haikus, it was short and packed with all the emotions in anything else you've ever written. Fantastic.

Ohohoo! Very good! These are just getting better and better, fantastic work, I love this. Excellent job!

wow, very powerful and muchly enjoyed, especially the middle line, anywayz, excellent job