Kylan

The...grasses First of all, the term "honey sweet" is cliche and boring. Secondly you use this term more than once, and although I can see where you might have been ...

Hello At first glance, I wrote this off as another piece for the scrap pile, and it probably still is, but there's something about your closing stanza that I enjoyed ...

Love this. -Kylan

  and you can see the thunderheads across the valley, tall and white, like approaching chess pieces, and the air smells of electrocution, and three generations of men struck by ...

It's interesting that so many usergroups aren't making the cut this time...Generally it's only five or six that go into inactivity... Anyway, it's sad to see Dead Poet's Society go. ...

  huffing linens, hung on the clothesline and struggling – mother's old nightgown frantic on its pins and stray hair in my mouth. late august flowers peer around, unsure and ...

This was a problem with the old YWS as well. When posting a story with multiple, consecutive portions of italicized text, you can't highlight the whole body of text and ...

across the stratosphere a final message 'give my wife my love' then nothing more   – Peter Schilling, “Major Tom (Coming Home)”   It is very cold. Hands won't barely ...

Jared, Good to have you back. The poem -- as I said in the Facebook note, I really, really like this. Not only because it's awfully well written, but because ...

Hello, First, I wanted to definitively contradict what RainingSunshine stated in regards to the capitalization and punctuation of poetry. Nowhere does it say that a poet must capitalize, and though ...

  This will be the first in a series of poems based on, but not directly chronicaling, the slaying of Dr. George Tiller, one of the few public abortionists. I ...

Please do not divulge your real name. -Kylan

skinny wolf the sky withers in the early morning, halfmoon gourded in the sky, dipping forward like a priest in prayer. the stars shiver in their sockets and brackets – ...

a/n: somewhat unfinished dickon 1. foxglove and from the cottage i can see the manor lights, yellow and lidded like cat's eyes, and the great lips of ivy climbing the ...

Heya Demsy, So I won't go into much line-by-line detail with things, seeing as Galerius already did that, but I'll give you my general thoughts. This story screams you, Demsy. ...