Kylan

Kamas -- I think this suffers from something similar to what some of my poetry falls victim to -- static, still-life. There is no action, there is no movement. Like ...

Thanks for the reviews! Bex -- Sorry about the typos... Those will be fixed. I agree that I spent more time with the girl, but I connected most with her ...

Yes, the woman is younger... I'll try to clear that up. -Kylan

Gagging bedside flowers, turning on her, turning on her as she lies there with her hands on her stomach. Gagging and red, with puckered, sidestreet lips, red and snapping, they ...

the untouched flowers huddle in their shantytowns, pried away from each other, like claustrophobes, as you root through the shattered lumber, the old, fluted piping, the prehistoric remains of a ...

Hello, Let me remember what life was once. Time and time again I've forgotten all, And yet, I remember. Life was once full of choices, a dance With a mysterious ...

the bees hover in the garden like fermatas, and the peablossoms cup and clench, like the tiniest newborn fists. it is all peas, it has always been peas. they are ...

-- and the windmill in the pasture tilts its head sideways, as if to see the plain floor from a different angle – it is the tallest structure for miles ...

Actually, I put that ape comparison in there as a little experiment, believe it or not! To see who remembers one of my more obscure poems -- "Cantaloupe". you've got ...

SS Rose - Depressing. Depressing content and depressing due to the fact that this is yet another angtsy teenage catalogue of woes, and not something unique and fresh. Your first ...

For Hannah's Contest. Painting by Paul Cezanne. the sky is that coldest shade of blue – a cloudless washbasin and the river has broken up into continents and gulfs of ...

late summer in saltillo valley and the cotton fields spoof and sprawl, and all you can see for miles are the clean, unpicked boles – white and purse-lipped as newly ...

The vineyard near our house is the first indicator of winter. The vines are stripling, leafless transmissions, clinging to the supportive wires and rows, whatever fruit they had leftover now ...

I can only echo what's been said about the cluttering effect that the badges may cause. I think it's do-able (writers cafe goes by a badge system) but I prefer ...

Smorg -- "You" shows up in a lot of my poems. And honestly, I don't know who "you" is. I could say it's some love interest or perhaps something to ...