Kylan

“Akhmatova writes poems as if a man is watching her, but you have to write as if God is watching you.” Marina Tsvetaeva, 1932 “And if I woke, I never ...

Nice post-secular offering. Kylan

------ for i have taken refuge in you What can be said in only three short walls. The soft harnesses of mother and the broadsides which read, ‘house of order, ...

It's clean and minimal. I like that. If you're open to aesthetic alterations (not bug fixes), I would like to recommend changing the "Full Editor" button to read something like ...

sometimes I forget who I am. I don't mean in the sense of the blinding rages my father used to experience, not the quiet tears my mother cried either, when ...

the hand-made ropes of field work (to show one the ropes ) to lose one's hand in the field, snuck off by a hiding blade, or the punch bowl i ...

Radio version of this essay.

no voyage— the lanterns all hung off until they are pink-toured pails of glass and tin snow filtered fish budding up against the hull this south salt sloop that sailed ...

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For University Students: I am poetry editor at Inscape , BYU's literary journal . The journal, which accepts fiction, non-fiction, poetry and art, is open to submissions from college students. ...

Your blood is a ride home. I am polite for it. back to Georgia, where peaches beat back the dark like an apron at flames. was it in the water? ...

the game is solved. the kings stack up like sherwood venison, i play red, you, black, and we skim two of the humors across quadrants, planes, gaps down which we ...

I've had the same avatar for years.

I may decide to critique this with a more appraising eye at a later time, but I wanted to finally read through a short story of yours. I found the ...

____ ____ this fugue is as all oceans except with fewer stashed, nacre huts a conchology in which i press my ear less to the tide's zonophone, the dragging of ...