Kylan

I enjoyed this, because, though you didn't really hook us to begin with, you did you job in picking me up mid-poem, and carrying me to the end. The first ...

april 18 tennessee antique the old bell that rings as each person enters the shop is like a servant kept around past usefulness, but for sentimental reasons, announcing customers tiredly, ...

Thanks Navita! The one thing I felt about this most recent poem is that it had a lot of good potential, but that it was a little bloated. You pointed ...

april 17 movement III: linear tableau with intersecting surprise mother and I share a white paper bag filled with cherries red to the point of being black, castrated of their ...

Bon Appetit: Great poem. Really, one of my favorites here. The first verse I enjoyed particularly -- I've always enjoyed eggs, but if I think too hard about them, they're ...

Thanks Navita! -- april 16 banjo man maturing dandelions, their parachuted seedlings ascending light and heavenward, like church-organ notes, and the day makes the transition between the last fleeing

I love Ice-Skaters, especially the closing image and this line: "a separate song of serpents" Lovely sibilant alliteration and imagery. Also, I definitely see Ted Kooser poking through this one. ...

april 15 old saigon and the stars sew backpockets into the denim evening, as the cicadas clatter like finger cymbals and the barest hemline of daylight is visible above the ...

april 14 west of eden and my father brings his hand across mother's pregnant belly slow and trembling, as if she was a cello and his hand was a wavering ...

april 13 dear Ptolemy the stars spread like breadcrumbs for solar pigeons, and you point the constellations out one by one, bedrock fossils of extinct stories, spent and popping nodes ...

haha, a bit of a rant, maybe? I'm finding myself smiling and laughing more and more when I read your poetry, Clo. I like it -- it's a departure from ...

april 12 christmas eve good smells from the kitchen and deep poinsettias on the counter, petals stuck out, like doctor-inspected tongues – an petaled ink, bleeding into the thin pages ...

Technically, the whole point of NaPo is to just writewritewrite, and then post the product here for short little comments. But, you know, we've kind of ditched that, haven't we ...

Hey, thanks guys! Hannah >> I know what you mean. Sometimes you're just not in the mood for a certain style of poetry. I can dig that. Navita >> Perhaps ...

Believe it or not, this poem has a deeper meaning. Also, it used to written in third person, until I decided to make the deeper meaning slightly more obvious. Also, ...