04-22-2021, 02:58 AM
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Hi tmanzano,
the piece improves with each revision.
There are a few too many unnecessary pronouns, for me, and I think it might flow better without lines 14-15
(what's the difference between 'chit chat' and 'small talk'?) and lines 23-24. Also, I think line 27 offers a much
more satisfactory ending (it's a great line
)
Some cut and paste suggestions.
The man down the hall
watches me leave
every morning. I catch him
staring. I smile and wave
he throws rocks
through his own windows
today I would like to avoid him. (you've two 'likes' in close proximity)
Each winter we shovel salt.
He becomes(?) subdued
by the heavy air. (feels like you could elaborate this, just a little)
His pill boxes overflow
in Zinnia, reminding me (curious about the 'in', wondered if it should be 'with'?)
of a wedding.
I like it when he grows
flowers in spring - then
he seems to smile more
Summer's crazy hot,
people scampering
like ants under glass - like (why the 'like' at the end of the line?
I think 'ants' implies a large number so you don't need 'filled with')
like Cicada-hum
in the trees, like voices
in manic phase.
Those evenings he paces
screaming, in circles
with ice black eyes
I don't think I can take the medication tonight
I slap my face with water,
bite my arms
pull glass
from my forehead
try not to stare
at him.
because it's summer in my bathroom mirror.
Best, Knot
.
Hi tmanzano,
the piece improves with each revision.
There are a few too many unnecessary pronouns, for me, and I think it might flow better without lines 14-15
(what's the difference between 'chit chat' and 'small talk'?) and lines 23-24. Also, I think line 27 offers a much
more satisfactory ending (it's a great line
)Some cut and paste suggestions.
The man down the hall
watches me leave
every morning. I catch him
staring. I smile and wave
he throws rocks
through his own windows
today I would like to avoid him. (you've two 'likes' in close proximity)
Each winter we shovel salt.
He becomes(?) subdued
by the heavy air. (feels like you could elaborate this, just a little)
His pill boxes overflow
in Zinnia, reminding me (curious about the 'in', wondered if it should be 'with'?)
of a wedding.
I like it when he grows
flowers in spring - then
he seems to smile more
Summer's crazy hot,
people scampering
like ants under glass - like (why the 'like' at the end of the line?
I think 'ants' implies a large number so you don't need 'filled with')
like Cicada-hum
in the trees, like voices
in manic phase.
Those evenings he paces
screaming, in circles
with ice black eyes
I don't think I can take the medication tonight
I slap my face with water,
bite my arms
pull glass
from my forehead
try not to stare
at him.
because it's summer in my bathroom mirror.
Best, Knot
.

