Kylan

Many thanks for your critiques. Smorg -- I followed most of your advice...I hope the poem reads more like it should now...Thanks! -Kylan

mane of flares and split atoms – whips of nuclear fission punching inadvertently, like newborn baby fists – the sun quiet and bright as a nun-soul. i wonder how long ...

First off, I want everyone to know that I consider myself a religious person, and I believe in a higher power. I'm not trying to be anti-religion in this piece, ...

A/N: This is part one in a series of vignettes I'll be posting under the same title of "Aliens". They have nothing in common but a theme, which hopefully will ...

Elinor, this is a continuous poetry thread. No lock. -Kylan

chimes of ice hang from the saplings like bells attached to gypsy ankles, cold, and clear-voiced as they lip from the limbs and you and I trudge through the snow, ...

cadaver we cut him open, slowly, and knowing what's inside, like an electric bill. the squelched, strange fruit of the body, cables and nodes, the heart sweating and shying away, ...

This piece is not so much about the revolution as it is about the fall of the House of Romanov. I suppose I could have referenced the actual romanov family ...

i. [come what may] and in the fields of st. petersburg in the spring, the poppies clot like let blood and the fieldworker's wives sow seeds in the worried furrows ...

Galerius -- There are many good things about this piece. Comprehension-wise, this is an excellent step in the right direction for you. The images are considerably more cohesive, and the ...

Hey Jared, I enjoyed this. Like you said it would be, this was refreshingly simple and nostalgic. You managed to describe things in such a way that they weren't, for ...

chapped stars, and a sickle-celled moon over the wide prairie of his boyhood, where the cows are longhorned and led across the southwest by side-spitting, bow-legged men who smell of ...

galatea your lips have become rough from brushing the moonspilt ivory of her skin, of her cold and queenly skin, her golem shiver, her hands raised at the wrists slightly ...

on visiting mrs. perrine at the three fountains assisted living community it is not the smell of unwashed bodies and urine in these halls – it is the smell of ...

*locked* This is years old. I have long since moved on. -Kylan