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I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

Sorry if this comes off as angsty, but I'm tired of being told one thing and shown another. Girls always will tell you that they prefer "nice guys" or "guys who actually care about them," but I'm starting to doubt that's true. From a survival standpoint, doesn't it make sense that women would...

Sorry if this comes off as angsty, but I'm tired of being told one thing and shown another. Girls always will tell you that they prefer "nice guys" or "guys who actually care about them," but I'm starting to doubt that's true. From a survival standpoint, doesn't it make sense that women would...

. . "Frowneth the Gods" Stephen Rodriguez The wild mice grew in mounds of hay, they swarmed and spun moist coziness into a bundle; they would nibble on the horse-feed. When we mourned the death of grandpa, ceaselessly, they swained* and went unchanged; a botherless affair. We didn’t mind them...

No, but it can grow a bard!

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

. "The Metaphor" Stephen Rodriguez The field was blank, except for grass and trash cans that pinned the field like freckles on a leaf. The trash cans in the field in fact weren’t trash cans, but piles of trash that represented humans. The field was not a field, but was a city, The city not a...

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

I respect Milieu as someone who knows a lot about poetry and who gives honest criticism. Whenever I post a poem for critique, I always hope that Milieu will answer and give advise, but s/he never does. How does one go about getting Milieu's attention? If you don't know who Milieu is, then...

. . "I, the Tree" Stephen Rodriguez The bench appeared and there I took my seat to rest and watch the park evolve and change to new, exciting things. A tree appeared, to lend its shade to me, and next a boy appeared as well. He walked up to my bench and said “Hey mister, come and see this...

. "The Fisher of Men" Stephen Rodriguez While driving on the highway, you’d be sore to feel the A/C cut, then hear your car shout out “No farther! I can’t take no more!” When dad and I were driving, not too far ahead we saw a man alone and on the road, barefoot, in shorts and sleeveless shirt...

Hey, I'm looking for poetry magazines that publish formal poetry. Also, if I'm going to submit my work, I want it to be to some place competitive. If you know of any good, popular magazines that do, please let me know the names. (Also, I live in the US, and I'd prefer places that take online...

"Showcase" Stephen Rodriguez My heart's a train that's left the tracks, it rolls through forests, its smokestack emits a foul, polluting gas like farts that come from Satan's ass. Some people see my heart and say "How sick that he goes on that way!" But I don't have a thing to hide; they keep...

I feel like I'm one of the few male poets of my generation (late 80s and early 90s babies). About 95% of the poets who I meet are female. Have you noticed this, too?

I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like I have to think out everything I say, word for word, before I say something. I used to be able to speak clearly and effortlessly, but it's gotten to the point where I don't speak much at all anymore. It may be that I just don't let myself relax...