Kylan

April 14 our lady of inside, it is hot and stuffy. the women fan themselves with hymn books, mouths open and red, like smushed bugs. the organ breathes slow and ...

April 13 yahtzee i. Confidential mr. green in the lounge with a revolver, and the corpse in the main hall, fingers gnawed on by rats, his face wide, staring, sucked ...

April 12 small things the long drives through corridors of redwoods, roots spreading like the fingers of indians, tipped by red confessions. the slow mornings, the unlidding of the sun, ...

April 11 they came just after dark here it comes again: the sun breaking its back over the bottleglass horizon the smell of your skin, warm with night, unshowered, frizzy ...

April 10 cats for suzanne slinky, rising eyes glowing and saucered, disembodied like lightning bug bodies, hovering staring, weaving calico convergence, mewling as the night saddles the window sills.

April 9 buoyancy hot sand, mounded, rumped, like the packed and lumpy skin of an old whore, beneath my feet, scathing my toes. (somehow, the grains are already in between ...

Yes, Suz, Shopping List For Tonight's Date is more or less genius. It took me a little while, and getting into it was somewhat difficult, but it's definately a unique ...

April 8 shock therapy ___________ wait – there it is again. ___________ the slow, steady footfalls, up & down the stairs, heavy tramp filling my ears like a mushroom, hobnailed, ...

April 7 bluebells from the belly of the forest, comes the sound of falling snow-drifts, white and boneless, like pale plague victims, deposited in mouthless sepulchers. your feet are bleeding, ...

[mathis] The sound of broken glass, blistering, sawtoothed. Rising voices. Throbbing down the street, fists in the air, faces hatching like larvae. Mathis stood waiting, Shaffer beside him, holding a ...

xanthan gum -- This doesn't really excite me all that much. It was well written enough, but I think that in the end, your word choice and moral got in ...

[mathis] Mathis woke up to voices. He could hear them from under the floor. Rising low, even, thin. They hid in the darkness that pushed around him. They cuddled up ...

Yeah, this last poem was difficult to write, mainly because I was confining myself to shorter stanzas. Basically, it's about being trapped in an office job on a spring day, ...

April 6 paperclip the numbness of my lips fringed, cracked, exit wounds, the toiling prayers, folded, sarcastic: a paper crane. dexterous fingers, outside, the rot of petal and pollen, the ...

[david] David Weiss woke up with a hand over his mouth and a gun in his side. The dark swelled and mutated around him as his body started and his ...