I'm not quite sure what to make of this. I liked "You whistle your lies, / Ineffective as dry poison" but I don't understand the last set of lines. Perhaps I'm reading this wrong...

Something in this reads hollowly. Maybe it's the form itself. The subject doesn't seem to fit the function of a jorio. Or maybe it's just me.

Felicia.

Hey Anaare,

Good to see you're still at it. This one i'm glad I clicked on, it reminds me of me, like i've infected your soul and smeared it with a coat of my own personal brand of darkness. Yes, suddenly I feel inspired to write one of your Joria.

I must begin, post-haste.

Alan.

"Your dying fall remains silent on hollow pavement." I think that's the most beautiful & tragic metaphor for death that I've ever heard. Wow. :D

I remember your jorio's from so long ago, I'm glad to see you're still working on them. Your formating is always so original.

I like how you pair whistle with lies. When you whistle that usually means something good, or you're happy, and then uniting it with 'lies' gives it a darker, more sinister feeling. Keep up the good work.

Much love,
Juliet.