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Hi Michael, this from Siva....I understand her frustration....who is the administrator? Is it Neff? Someone else? Who can you contact to help Siva out? Sorry that you're caught in the middle, but we need your help. Best, Bob Hi Bob Even if I register fresh, the new password is not being delivered to...

Thx, Michael...I have added the stanza break. I'll think about the title.

Thanks, Michael. Laurie's first place poem is charming.

Thanks, Michael....I'll come up with some breaks

Biography of a Mummy X-rays reveal poles thrust up his spine, the poles dating from the Dark Ages. His lower jaw is missing, stolen and ground, perhaps, to a fine powder and sold to Chinese traders. The poles would have held him together, brittle toes and fingers broken as they stashed him back into...

Thanks, Michael

Her user id is RamanathanSiva

Hi Michael, Siva created a new user id and a new mail id to create a new account as a way of accessing WB. As you know, she's been locked out for quite awhile. Can you see that her new id is approved? This is her msg to me: The Writers ' Block has to approve. They are not responding. There is no err...

I like the line “ I fall free from the flat-line”.

I am using quotes for Beethoven talking and italics for his friend’s speech. If I used italics for both, it might be confusing.

Thanks, Michael. I will do that

Thanks, Michael. I like what you have done with this.

Sloth My mother-in-law says I have no more ambition "than a sloth on holiday." She sighs. "If only you were a sloth... then I'd only see you once a week—climbing down from your dreamy heights." She can't forgive me for carrying her only child off. She sneers at my clothes as if she were the CEO of P...

Monarch Butterflies Each year like butterflies setting off from Canada for Mexican forests, we too have survived rough periods with nothing but will and stamina for the chance to rest side by side without rancor, our hands touching like Monarch wings note: an old poem revised

Marry Me "The whole ballpark was cheering." What did you say? I asked. "I couldn't hear over the crowd a word he was saying but the cheering got me excited and I stood up jumping like crazy and my boyfriend thought I had said yes. Robert threw his arms around me and five years later we have three da...

"Pity, pity, too late..." —Beethoven dying My friend lay dying in his bed. His breathing labored, like strong wind. “Pity, pity, too late,” he said “to reminisce. Applaud instead. The comedy’s near done, my friend.” My friend lay dying in his bed. “My one regret…I never wed. My work mattered. I woul...

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Michael, can you email Siva directly and help her resolve her problem? Thx, Bob

Michael, Siva just wrote me: I can view the topic ,but when I reply ,it immediately takes me to the login Password. Michael Neff link is a website and not an email id. Can you send me an email so I can get your email address? Then I will forward your email address to Siva, and you two can communicat...

You’re right about the dashed line. Maybe “My world crashed”...
It’s a villanelle, only with tetrameter lines.

I really liked the first 3 stanzas best. I can identify with them, as probably most writers can. The caress line is too formal, and needs to feel more conversational, like S1 -S3. I would parallel more the love/research of Nicks and Keller. It’s a good subject. Enjoyed. Good to see your work again. ...

Thx, Michael. Bob Bradshaw bobbybradshw@yahoo.com This poem is my original and unpublished poem. I am not participating in another forum's nomination. Who knew you would become a comet streaking away from us, our family a trail of dust? How could you jettison 15 years of marriage and a daughter? I a...

Siva wrote me: Is there no way I can come back to the Writers block.Please write in the same message that Michael has workshopped your poem,,,,,,,Tell him I try every day many times. He can send 'What the right hand gives' poem. In another message she writes: Is there no way I can come back to the W...

v2: The End Our pastor swore The End was near. I closed my accounts and counted my cash. I went to the fridge, consoled a beer. Crows gathered in trees and darkened the air. Streets swam with marlin, sharks, and bass. Our pastor swore The End was near. We prayed. Black cats were everywhere. Memphis ...

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