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February 04, 2011



Wow, Julie, dark most definitely.
You and others seem to have been
inspired to take the dark path with
the words.

Joseph Harker

Rather ominous! But still some great language: "the tug upon the sun's handle", especially...


Very strong and, yes, dark. But I love it. I found your use of color interesting. You start out with pale, peaceful colors and then jerk us into the reality of the poem with red.



Is anger the genie that won't go back into its bottle?

Julie Jordan Scott

This is a fictional piece. It is about suicide, actually - the pine door is the casket. I know, dark dark dark!!

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