Kylan

Rosey -- Many thanks for your critique. I went through, did a couple of patch edits, fixed some tenses, added some pronouns, and it may make more sense now. Addressing ...

for cal's contest Song: Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) (The Decemberists) 041. tragedy -- They carry Cal into the tent. Inside, there is a stooped surgeon with a ...

III. Setting 1.) (1959) Sidewalk chalk. The broken, brown strands of grass plying out of the cracks. Heat lifting off of the roadway in looping, jiving distortions, disturbed like a ...

for cal's contest Song: Losing Touch (The Killers) 022. exodus -- I.Characters and some events transpiring on August 1st 1.) (1975) The daughter. Rouged up cheeks, slender, throated wrists, and ...

This was posted in 2005. The author has undoubtably moved on. Please do not resurrect posts. *locked* -Kylan

I think... I think I might be...in...love. I'm a terrible person. Not worthy at all. -Kylan

-He likes faded Southern-ish imagery. -He likes the color yellow. -He likes similes about babies and mothers. -He likes similes that describe trees. Haha! In other words, these are things ...

*jaw drop* I've been missing a lot. -Kylan

Done. I've even chosen a name for the collection. And Hannah! Fantastic! I need to go read some of yours. This very minute. -Kylan

April 30 sybil the green kitchen with dripping faucet and the naked lightbulb, cupped, shivering, like a fevered baby. fresh window panes, unspidered, catching the slow, pilfered dust and the ...

April 29 medicine man buffalo chips, handfuls, the sharp gnats, woven heels, palms lips like yellow roaches burnt, stoked, the scuttling drawings on the hide and walls, promising, begging, the ...

You're awesome, Cal! I bow at your feet. -- April 28 sunday evening it is almost fall and look at the great, ripe clouds, split and wigged, fit to be ...

I have four hours to write three poems. It's in the bag. -Kylan

April 27 sermon he doesn't know I'm there. he continues to pace, gesture, to the ceiling as if it cared. his hands are rough. I look at the lines on ...

April 26 enola gay the pigeons nesting in the old buildings huddled like housewives they make their balding nests faceless, gargoyle eggs, snub-nosed and the barren, strangled feathers, sigh downwards