Review: Trenise McClean

Ode to Shelby: This poem was a fun ride, especially when I used the car as a metaphor for a relationship. THAT was a scream, as if “Shelby” was a boyfriend and also a mechanic: You’re more in the shop than on the street…, “leeking oil and fluids and always running hot.” I also liked the visual layout of the poem; sort of curvy and back and forth. This is what making a decision would look like. I do have one question: Why would you want a Mustang to “run like a Dodge Spirit” !!!!? and one suggestion: change lag to lack.

My Fury: You sound very pissed off in this poem and it reads like an incantation or a medieval curse, ( I can not, will not, forgive thee) and the archaic use of language works with the curse idea,(What you reap, you shall sow…). Green with envy, I like that term, but I am not sure it is used in the proper context?