So, I was exploring the genres of poetry that my poet has listed on the side of her blog again and I noticed that she had one named “rap.” The first couple of poems that I read definitely had a more distinct rythm to them. Take for example this poem, corrugated, presumably about cardboard. Curiously, the speaker seems to identify herself with this image of cardboard, although the reasons aren’t immediately clear. Check it out and some of her other poems while you’re at it.

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

This entry was posted in Melinda Critzer. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *