i was looking for an old paper i wrote and came across my old poems. i read them all and the workshop comments from my teacher and classmates. one guy, i remember him, i disliked his poetry style quite a bit--found it cheesy, always had sparse comment like, "use a comma here." or "nice imagry." and that would be it. haha. another girl, jenn was super complimentary. my teacher kate braid was harder to please. i think she liked my nudity poem. on the last page of my final portfolio of the last class i took with her she said something about strong images and moving ... something which i couldn't read and to keep writing. i wish i did. i wish i took the momentum i had and built on it. now i wouldn't know where to start, or how.