Kylan

Hey Nav, thanks for the critique! Just wanted to address a few of your points. First of all, the reason this is called "opie's" strip malls is because of a ...

opie's strip malls from the freeway, i can see pumpjacks swing down like railroad hammers -- shadows of john henry, who would probably be old and stooped by now, his ...

LASER. Ha. his hand passes over the benchtop, cooled to slab of plastic, ready to dissect the movements of photons, lovetongues of light and the curved waist of the cathode ...

Good stuff! One of the hardest variants of poetry to write is the short poem. It is exceedingly difficult to be succinct, impacting, and meaningful in a few mere lines. ...

I really enjoyed this. It's been a while since I've seen a poem of this caliber on YWS! It retains a level of sophistication, without being overdrawn or over-heavy with ...

mammogram lioness lilies, posed as if for self-portraiture, brushstroke of stamen which hints the kitchen air with the pheromone of spring – you keep them around, replenished when their petals ...

Interesting! A very frenetic piece. Darting from place to place with the heartbeat of a hummingbird. It takes a couple reads to pinpoint the momentum and position of the meaning, ...

Many thanks Kamas! Semyonova years of swan lake now resonate in her fluted bones, piccolo of osteoporosis, mother-of-pearl joints releasing the low note of an unplugged sigh. and when she ...

Kamas! Yes, I enjoyed this. I enjoyed it most because it's a complete departure from your usual stuff. It's refreshingly lighter, and kind of quirky. Here, I find a voice ...

Thank you much Navita! opal fission of an atom, like the lobes of a brain, and a universe distills, dew on the upturned leaf of a theory. it warm and ...

Elinor -- I was scanning the forum for a half-way decent poem. I just can't keep repeating myself anymore to people who have no clue what they're doing. So here ...

Navita -- I was wondering when I'd stumble across one of your gems outside of NaPo. I'm sure you've posted something else, but I've never had the pleasure of finding ...

natural history when everything was feathered, geodes splitting open like mother's locket to display a radio-full of crystals, tender uterine wall of gem and quartz. I think of how much ...

I just got mine. Thanks Nate! My story makes no sense. -Kylan

Demeter to Persephone the cross-stitches of frost are undone, untangled from the windowpanes at your approach – the flowers push through black dirt, quiet and vital as middle daughters and ...