Kylan

Many thanks Blackbird -- you might find these in the same vein. -- sacred steel thuds in your brain like a competition to lay rail i feel the brace of ...

hard passing through the shoulder a bullet into barn wood where it lodges a complaint about wrists, finely tamping bones—barometric skewer here where there might be dances and stored hay ...

i say to her i am being cirrus right now she turns the tea cup over like an ear reversed for an inspection of softness and looks above my head ...

This is a tremendous poem. It is a poem bound up in change and nostalgia. It is a poem concerned with the past, but also with what is right before ...

Thank you, Kamas! mouth to mouth for jared the day attempts to pronounce a killdeer with a pebble for every degree under its tongue—i tend the lawn with ringlets of ...

naming the storm she clips nautical miles like the wings of domestic birds and their oval tithe. curling into the red noose of a false gypsy under the meteorologist's godly ...

roadkill the ceased sine of two gray squirrels, ducklings soft as kisses on a Kodachrome, flung in a line by the creek lip the tabby cat at four in the ...

Carnivorous vulgaris The physics are all wrong, of course—the anvil trajectories, dead stops, tonnage and miracle of careening newton meters. The rocket-powered shoes skating like the pinched heads

boy scouts squaw lake rises a few feet this year, thus bluer and more prone to host drownings. the coldness seizes my chest like a gory premonition and we make ...

phased out could josephine baker dance this new lightbulb, too in whipped limbs that horrified the "drys"? —this swig of trapeze glass could be arms into shoulder blades, or grope ...

An Innocent Misinterpretation of Young Virgin Being Sodomized By Her Own Chastity, 1954 at the balcony in nothing but a pair of heels— “spring is an floral pornographic, after all; ...

pussy-willow mr. smith's choir class was at the end of the day our child voices like a chandelier's tragedy across a marble floor the bosom-tucked facets bending the light of ...

degenerative disc disease motes of hay seed and loose crown settling through light like oriental old age. he lifts a bale of hay and later passes out against the wire ...

Thank you both for your critiques and kind words. Good point with the late introduction of the narrator, Gryph. I wasn't sure what it was trying to get at, what ...

a view from the porch i am out of the west. this is my third porch, made from wood dragged up from the horse creek, scrubbed to back-hand resins, dark ...