Very cool, Mikey...
Beach Ache - I love this exploration of the sea, the water, the things you attribute to it, the tasks you observe in it... very simple, with a nice little rhyme to it that just helps it flow along. The play on words/birds/worlds at the end is clever. B+
Loneliness as a game of need - almost trochaic! Almost. Good enough though. I like the last line, how we deal off that "digging spade" when it's all we have, but we realize it is inadequate. Loneliness as a game of need - which becomes a game of desire, which becomes a competition for the most desirable. Dealing away the digging spade is a good way of putting it. I like this. A
Shuttering the Light - Seems you became a bit awestruck by the light through your dirty windows. Light behaves differently in the window, in the morning, on the wood, but I don't see what you're driving at. I keep looking but all I can find is the comparison between the indoors and the outdoors, texture of wood as light this late - dusk does not affect the indoor world? A window growing dusk - your window to the outside shows you the effects of light dwindling in the evening? Hard to read, but I might just be an idiot. B+
Two hearts pumping air - I like the idea of two hearts pumping air. Goes nice with warm and empty sheets of rain... something that is evident, but inherently meaningless. You can hear the heart beating, but it beats nothing more than air. Saying two hearts implies a relationship that has this emptiness, as does the connotative value of "heart." I like how vague this is, but equally, how true it is. A+
It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world.