Kylan

explicit. -- late spring, streams vulgar with snowmelt. he leans with his shoulder up against the back of the barn between the cedar wall of the barn and the wire ...

Hiadel -- I'm coming out of the woodwork for this. So, that's a good sign. Your use of language here was fresh, and you had some great images. I especially ...

The ocean cycles like a butterfly. Children in the surf, stumbling. Green waves that lope over themselves, toppling like shot horses. Concussion of surf. You sit on the beach in ...

a/n: the assignment was to walk through the museum of art, find a piece of art that spoke to you, and then to write an ekphrastic poem about said artwork. ...

a/n: another flash. this is a weird one -- Bodies Her dress is torn. It was a dress with flowers on it. It is ripped down the middle so that ...

dialysis river easing into the hills like a sunday drive and we stood thigh deep in the water with fishing lines, flies tied like blood truces and the water heavy ...

danse des mères her dance is a ribbon tugged from undone hair. she is merely practicing on an empty stage. it is how she laces up her flats, the tight ...

So I'll start from the top. Wearing Red No line by line's from me today, I think. Jagged has been very helpful in that regard. I just want to give ...

pottery larynx of clay, proto-minoan, shaped under hands and lengthening in the sun like a growing thirst. somehow it is still pertinent to ask how to hold water, even as ...

a/n: I've been posting my work too much, I know. I was excited by this though. Flash fiction, comparable to Postmortem. -- I watch her at night. She is very ...

A grouping of poems similar in theme undertows a grapefuit on the counter, split in half, pink flesh like a wounded knee, the segments patterned and radial, spoken in the ...

a/n: flash fiction experiment (heh, 666 words). also, I've been reading a lot of Faulkner lately. -- I would always play Colonel Mustard. I was a boy. You could tell ...

daddy under the porchsteps mushrooms clotting like small, daily fears – fear for the safety of one's child, fear of household chemicals fear of dying of old age – white, ...

Navita -- A chance to repay you! Though I don't know if I'll be much help. I liked this. I think it was a well-executed experiment. With poetry, I rarely ...

Thank you all! I appreciate your thoughtful comments. I find it interesting that so many people see this as a poem about peaches, though! -Kylan