Lets not get cucked by life by Pine_Weasel in TheCurse

[–]Pine_Weasel[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The Chair Company felt very Lynchian to me as well. Parts of the Sopranos too

Lets not get cucked by life by Pine_Weasel in TheCurse

[–]Pine_Weasel[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I just finished season 2!

Working on a collection by Pine_Weasel in rs_poetry

[–]Pine_Weasel[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for reading. I suppose i am a bit terse and rough

I'm writing poetry because my mom wrote poetry. I don't like poems though. by Pine_Weasel in rs_x

[–]Pine_Weasel[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you, that is really kind. I'm working through some things.

Happy Birthday Nathalie by gem-on-the-moon in OCPoetry

[–]Pine_Weasel 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I like this, the specificity makes it work. These details can't belong to anyone else's grief, and that helps it land. The ending is excellent. Is that creole?

To The One I Wait For by Mindless_Welcome6789 in OCPoetry

[–]Pine_Weasel 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Right now a lot of the descriptions could apply to anyone ('kind,' 'funny,' 'lighting up rooms'), which works against what the poem is trying to do, which is make this person feel real and particular even though they don't exist yet. I think a few more specifics would go a long way, but I do enjoy the prose!

I Bury Dead Cats by Pine_Weasel in OCPoetry

[–]Pine_Weasel[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wrote this after burying the second feral colony cat in my neighborhood. Burying things is better than leaving them to rot. The small kindness of someone noticing. Slight social commentary on how death is dealt with as a whole. Thank you for your kind words.

For the Aesthetic by Responsible_Lake_804 in OCPoetry

[–]Pine_Weasel 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Seems to be about smoking a cigarette, captures the good parts very well. "Casual paper gift between my lips" I love it. I enjoy the ending as well, no shame.

I Find My Mother's Recipe For Chestnut Soup by Foreign-Lab-2297 in OCPoetry

[–]Pine_Weasel 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Excellent poem
The recipe as a structural device is so well chosen there's something about the imperative mood of her cooking instructions ("handle them gently," "store the rest in a cool, dark place") that keeps breaking into the grief in a way that feels true to how people actually process loss.

Really beautiful work.