No wonder not even friends will comment on my posted poetry; I’m just not with the program of contemporary tastes: Poem for Randy Prunty by James Saunders. The next one, Sports, Part I, by Ken Goldsmith started while I’m writing this post and I’ll withhold comment because what the hell do I know.
The idea of the site, textsound, is a wonderfully creative idea and I’m exploring some of the other poetry available here and maybe learn something.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology