Kylan

Thanks! There is really no relation to each part below. But maybe. physics i. frictive but why is friction always regarded as a negative force, drawn in diagrams as pulling ...

Awww, Gal. You read my blog! -Kylan

energy equals mass multiplied by light's speed in a vacuum squared. -- Now there's a science poem.

Thanks! dishes girl in a red dress, every twitch of her hip like the tug of a grin at the side of a mouth. high heels – white, a little ...

fraternal what I share with him is nebraska like a motel bed shared by brothers the comforter thrown off because the hispanic bead-kneading housekeeping ladies never wash the comforters, and ...

Gal -- I'm not going to be overly didactic here, or long-winded. You've had many adequate critiques. Plus, I need to be somewhere in twenty minutes. This is one of ...

Kamas -- Good, not great. I'm with Navita. There's nothing wrong with it in particular, but there's nothing new or very original about it. I guess I don't come away ...

Thanks Navita! For Blinker's Contest: io in chapped rococo, the bell curve of her hips, myrrh-smelling fold of linens, and the grope of a bedchamber's candlelight; and now, puzzlingly, the ...

Navita -- Hey! More science poems. Seems to be a glut of these on here recently, but I can't deny that not only were you the trendsetter, but you also ...

types of kiss, according to the encyclopaedia i. kiss of love (see Longus's Daphnis and chloe) under the yellow-lit nave of the parasol, she turns her head so that the ...

It was a pleasure to critique. I must say, though, that I wasn't reading this as a literal interpretation at all. In fact, in my critique, I address this poem ...

Shepherd -- Well written, no doubt. I enjoyed this for the language you used, your point of view, the word play. Your opening line is wonderful, and your title is ...

thank you guys so much! you're all wonderful! deprecatio i hold your hand – amazed at its lightness, the bones brought out like tea-things, the feeble saddle of your blood ...

Thanks Navita! tourism the cherry blossoms glissando, each tongued, like a separate woodwind note – a sweep of a gown across cobblestones, the lifting of a veil, and two candles ...

Thanks Heather! I'd really appreciate some input on this one, guys! clockwise blue gaslight of an ignited mind, a match struck, the light high and sharp like a cheekbone in ...