|Reviews for IPT: Missed Signal|
| the naked civil servant chapter 1 . 10/30/2006
The stolid spikes of dialtone,
the busy signal mountainsides
with foothills dialing
her (area code after) only 'one'.
He liked to climb them whistling;
she liked to pretend
he would break something.
(but not a leg)
: please, please. your IMAGERY. it's fuckig insane, so original. REALY clear picture from this, such an evocative scene. lovely, gorgeous, wonderous, supreme.
| printed-peppermint chapter 1 . 8/27/2006
So much playing on words it makes my head spin! I love how all of the words sound, and it's so fun to read out loud (Pointed moonward/smoke-seeping, muzzles/mouth-breathing his tidal pool down) The only problem was, I got so caught up in the words, I was sort of wading around in them until the last stanza brought me back down to the actual poem meaning. Great job, though! You don't get enought recognition here at fictionpress, it seems. Keep writing,Lollapalooza