Flooding

Interesting. I think you’re all asking a central question here. What remains of the self after we’ve performed, remembered, been forgotten? There's a delicate eeriness to the opening. I wonder ...

This is intimate, but that restraint also carries a risk. I think you could clarify your intentions and refine your structure. You begin with disownment, in daylight. That contrast (“my ...

This is ambitious. I want to open with a few questions and thoughts, not as prescriptions, but as points of conversation. There’s a core in this poem that really wants ...