Kylan

two frontal lobes of a peach that we share on a front porch in mississippi – dangling our legs through the banisters and listening to your mother knead dough like ...

Hibiscus -- Fantastic job here. A fine poem. I envy poets who manage to say so much in stanzas so small. Or, who are at least comfortable with such slender ...

FrankProchazka -- First of all, I love the Kafka quote in your signature. Second, your avatar strikes in me a certain fear and intimidation. Coming from the guy with Cagney's ...

caryatid young girls who danced with baskets on their heads. ripple of their sheer fabric caught perfectly in stone, like snakes held still by the base of the skull. these ...

A spring cold was basic biology. Annie had learned her freshman year in high school how viruses worked, what they looked like, how they attacked the body. She remembered being ...

Holly -- Not bad. It's great to see you writing again, for sure. I think I like the meaning behind it best. This poem definitely tackles some big ideas. Perhaps ...

When I was a kid, my dad would try to explain wind to me and the movement patterns of clouds. He would say that when a storm was approaching our ...

After watching Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in concert -- how does your garden grow strange brass flower garden – these hammered valved blooms, in this hothouse of booze and stubbed ...

Interesting interpretation, Navita. One thing I love about your critiques is how willing you are to delve beneath the deeper themes and beatings of a piece. I wrote this piece ...

DISCLAIMER: If this is some particular structured form, it was lost on me. I'm no good at spotting rhyming forms other than, you know, sonnets. Hey Jack, Interesting. I imagine ...

Eraqio -- Love the title. Also, I love the topic. It's a topic I've written about on many occasions. There is nothing more inherently poetic or noteworthy than the immigrant. ...

vacuums (OR -less) the chrysanthemums are yawning lionesses, solariums of petals – i trace their veins in search of small beauty. little hints at the rebellion against gravity, against fourteen ...

Gal -- You're quite becoming the master of the epic poem, aren't you? It's interesting, because I rarely see epic poetry in the normal venues of poetry I'm exposed to. ...

Thanks June! NOTE: Reviewers, don't bother with this one. seti and all the cupped deepspace radio dishes turn slowly westward, like the pull of a blossom's head toward the sun ...

Heh. I don't think I can critique this, but it was a fun copycat of an ee cummings poem. I love all the little inside jokes you had strewn around ...