Kylan

agri-fetish knots creak like beach carcasses in heat, the red wood giving itself, rough and through bellies of grass like a cowpath. i am enamored by your seventh-decade nails, goat-crooked ...

cow's girl old, family wood bending like mule and the grain calico of a barn-owl presence—i stand at the porch of a ford's rust, and his hands split around me ...

april whatever lily speckled godhead like the threesome cedar warmth and talc of gathered eggs. you suffer, i coax you to eat, to move your eyes, flare nostrils, touch your ...

Good idea, Gal. -- april 13 naval ___ foetus of plankton, I remember nothing. —Derek Walcott, Origins tweed gulls, stones settling in like wheel oxen which can go no further, ...

I am elated by "Inhibition". One of the highlights of this collection. A beautiful synthesis of two Wrights. I want to write like this. Kylan

april 12 in xanadu lesser blade of the american lion, and the dark sermon rhetoric of condor wings— i have tamed whetstone bluebells to hang with the silver meaning of ...

april 11 veda's bibles slit doe of plum blossoms rolling off dusk's shingles like the words of st. Catherine in the ear of a burlap maid at a white Orleans ...

NaPo on hold until post-finals. I may post one or two during the next week or so, but I'll be back with a vengeance in the latter third of the ...

Every day for the past two years, I spent a portion of my day thinking of metaphors, similes, allegories. I locate at least six words or phrases that I want ...

april 10 old poets for nal, in poor response damn orbits—every dog returns, entirely composed of bone, like horses caught in barn-fires, or blood snarling an apple nail. i am ...

in partial response to Hannah's "Neighbors and Flight". --- april 9 gomorrah outside, the crab-apples cripple like the sound of a scream in a box-canyon. faucet light, the last plains ...

“You should focus more on content than form.” kite's voice rolled lazily, drowned in a kite tongue True dat. Kite

april 8 neruda to be a poet is to have died for the poor of chile on the southern mountains hung with basal clouds, sleuthing through dry stone like the ...

april 7 churn(butter) noble(y) i turn to thoughts of snow— omen robins red as hatchet-swings their color struggling through snow like ford-horses, slow stemless gathered darkened hearts i'm surprise

you may ignore this one april 6 of lebanon sinai wood, and cleft upward fungi that cup like peacepipes also the quiet xylem of pushed water. dandelions that drowse like ...