|Reviews for uncle ray's lyter|
| Isca chapter 1 . 1/10/2010
"Your face is made of dried out hymen." How interesting.
"A face that pleads sympathy without antiquity." This is a very mature, well-written line. Bravo.
"The scars are there, but they are not from pueblo hearts, just corn-husk apache hands, and the over-eager oil marks of a
boy who has just begun." My my. This is a marvelous stanza. From "pueblo hearts" to "apache hands," the descriptions here are flawless.
"Feet skyclad." I have never before heard someone apply the pagan term "skyclad" to feet before (but it is entirely fitting).
This was quite an enjoyable read. Your writing is wonderful. :)