DLD to DD--September 16th, 2011

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DLD to DD September 16th, 2011


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LadyMask


Received a DD on January 8th, 2011
Originally Featured by: LiliWrites
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"antiseptic" by LadyMask

Horror poetry done right! The author
used words sparingly to create bright,
intense images sure to stick
with you for a while.



Orestiad


Received a DD on January 11th, 2011
Originally Featured by: Halatia
BellyacheSirens wailed and Jesse almost fell down the few metal steps into the engine room in his hurry to reach the stricken machine. Red light bathed the room and strobed over the brass and steel in steady flashes. Jesse ran to the pressure gages, watching the little black needle tap against the edge as it fought to read numbers that didn’t exist. Punching buttons, the mechanic tried to release the steam feeds but the lights on the control board just winked at him in frantic red and green. He ducked under a bunch of rattling brass banded pipes and fought his way around to the main engine compartment. He swore as boiling water dripped down from the ceiling, but the scald scars would only join the collection that already littered his hands and upper arms. Steam filled the small compartment making it as hot and clammy as a sauna. Water clung to his short blonde hair and stuck his shirt to his back like a second skin. Blinking water out of his eyes he ran his hands lightly over the hot pipes
"Bellyache" by Orestiad

This pieces throws the reader into
the middle of a crisis, setting the tone
of controlled panic from the very first line.
Through the mad action and flashes of quirky
dialogue, it is a prime example of showing
rather than telling.



winterbelle


Received a DD on January 18th, 2011
Originally Featured by: RunningBear5858
Where Cats Go.I'm the girl who inhaled the world.
Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks
Skipping rocks, stacking boulders
Building the earth's womb,
I planted dreams.
The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes
Nine months later,
I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled-
And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines,
Some dark, cavernous underground.  
My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea
And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.

"Where Cats Go." by winterbelle

It's awfully hard to write an ambiguous
poem nowadays, and this author has done it
beautifully. While you may not be sure of the
storyline in this piece, the sheer language and
beautiful imagery captures your imagination.
Lovely job.



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