I found a critique of one of my older poems at Poets.Org's board.
I wrote it after a poetry reading at Amy Serrano's home when I met a poet/novelist who had been invited to read and also who just so happened to have been a Political prisoner in Cuba for many years.
It is amazing how many different ways they find to write poems while being held in a Cuban prison. One of the tortures they do to them is strip them naked and leave them in a cold marble room among other monstrosities.
Didi
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d,
what they do to prisoners is awful..god! The review, so confusing. It starts out with the cornea transplant (and I was ready to go fight them at that point), then moves to that beautiful statement of grace in your words. So true!
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