your poetry embodies the captivating imagery you evoke, like "a trail of wet lashes" flapping on the page, wet and black words on the flushed cheek of the reader like an oil-slicked beach off the coast of Australia——how you coat us with your poetry, how far you take us from the shore...and as quickly as a line break, a wave break, you tease and stomp those vinyl boots into the mind, leaving us tumbling in your riptide...well done, peace, jewels

It's funny... The way you cut down to the subtext of relationships is so much like the stories my inner monologue rambles at me when I'm staring into space.

Captivating, your refined poetic voice is a delicate razorbrush, painting/slicing the contours of images and emotions. Your words feel both refreshing and emotionally authentic.

Your poems--I only read them one or two a time. They're a little strange and a lot fascinating to me. Mostly always relationships, a curious perspective of power residing with the woman, an inyourface almost destructive laughter to consequences, yet a redemption somewhere. I feel it always, and I search, where, where, where. This one's again great, thanks.

This is very cinematic. Like a short film composed of cut-to-cut shots of intimate extreme close-ups and the full picture is only unveiled at the end. I like that it also follows a sort of stream of consciosness the way the lines were written. The ending is very bold and effective with the title. Well done :)