andyhavens's profile
AGE:
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LOC: Columbus, OH
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 18
LOC: Columbus, OH
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: June 18
Writer and marketing guy. Been writing poetry and stories since I was 8 yrs old. Main blog is at: www.TinkerX.com.
I look for and provide serious criticism on writing; generally poetry. If you are posting in order to get stroking and don’t want solid, honest editorial critique… don’t ping me. If, however, you are looking to improve your writing through real dialogue, I’ve done lots of that.
My degree is in writing and literature from Cornell University. The program I was in stressed massive review by other writers and multiple edits and point-by-point criticism without regard for personality, emotion, drama or feelings. Not that those things aren’t important in the creative process… but the craft of writing requires that you …
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Because I say I do. Yah… There are wolves, for sure, and loons up late. They hoot, black charcoal shadow cartoon fools whose gloom assumes we, too, mourn loss of bright fiery blaze; patent days. There are none, though, walking ways of cratered, corduroy, rolling, dust-grey hills and basins. Peaks and vales like battlefields of grim grenades and silent, sentient cosmic chum. None but me. And I say, “Pay!” You lovers on my white-glow leaning; you hunters creeping, deer-spoor seeking; you childr...
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Near dusk, the separate sea and sky die. Blue-green-grey and violet-black stand back-to-back and her blood swirls in his hair, merged in heavy, deep, same sleep. So drab, this two-in-one. So flat. No moon, no sun ring chords from separate spheres. No tension in the place between, no force seen. We won’t hear steam hiss from the space where depths touch heights. So bland, this cuddled mass. So similar. So tight. But lightning shows the edge again. The off-shore storm that rips and kills the bl...
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She dangles grapes the way they do in corny movies wet and cool drags them across my lips and chin jerks them up won't let them in my mouth. I snap and bite and drag a few down south. She dangles words the way they do in sloppy stories "pet," and "fool" drags them across my ears and mind "forever," "tender," "prick," "unkind," "please... no." I snap and bite and drag a few down slow. ___________________________________________________________________________ TaleWeaver the author’s storytelli...
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Abandon, Miranda, the visible rhythm. Leave elbows and neon, vodka and plastic to women who walk in sure placement. Deaf to music that breathes, blind to wind in the grass, afraid to go barefoot at night. The darkness that lies at your lips calls to me when you're asleep. It demands that I watch and watch still as you turn, turn towards the wall, watch the slide of your neck, watch the catch of your throat. Can you live in this sleep, in this shadow that laughs at my words and not know how yo...
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(In dorm rooms the students smoke their pot, Blogging of T.S. Eliot) + + I have abandoned cotton, relinquished wool, packed all comfort tight in giant, Ziploc bags so full that oxygen can’t wriggle in. No warmth possible down inside where memories of soft and tender sleep now lie. All must be angle, memory and light. Diamond cut and water cooled. I circle, ever wider, mind on horizons, focused outward. I shove aside all coverings, all sheets of conscience. Freakish, ending-blind, beginnings –...
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This is the kind of poem I generally think of as a "walking poem." It moves along at a very steady pace, taking you with it. No particular punches or stops, no big dips and soars. Which, for a travel poem, works very well. It's quite good. And I don't say that often. Usually I score OK poems as 6 or 7. 8 is meaningful. There's much promise here. The "thief" thing... I wanted a third. Entrails, heart... what else? There's always three in magic. Three means that you meant to do it, for sure, as...
Ah, fridge poetry. We bought like... six sets of those about 15 years ago and put them all up. Great fun. We recorded many of them in a notebook called "Frost Free Verse." Ha ha. This is the start of a neat little piece. I really, really like the line: "To wait is to interfere." I really hate the word, "silky." Yuck. I know, I know. It's one of the words in the set. And that's fine. And if you want to use the magnets as a starting point, that's great. But when you transpose them from that for...
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