Kylan

I'm sorry, but I can't critique this until 'vicious' is spelled right in your title. -Kylan

April 12 Symphony en masse Intermingling on the sidewalk – forming instantaneous relationships that whisper of clandestine liaisons – in an ocean of black accented by well-tied corporate nooses, t

Unfortunately, I couldn't access your link from the chatroom, so I'm just going to assume that your most recent poem is the one you wanted me to review. Anyway, you ...

Thank you both for your comments. Medusa >> Actually, this piece has nothing to do with the superhero. I was trying to conjure up images of a big, awkward, 'heartless' ...

A/N: Old! Turn back! I am Iron Man. With fingers like sheet-metal silos, I grope for your radiance, which only shatters around me like prismatic fireflies. Uncoordinated and awkward. You ...

April 11 A Ferromagnetic Soliloquy I am Iron Man. With fingers like sheet-metal silos, I grope for your radiance, which only shatters around me like prismatic fireflies. Uncoordinated and awkward. ...

Hey there Jabber! You may or may not have noticed, but a rewrite of Honor #1 is up. Maybe for the sake of old times, you could take a look ...

This was written for NaPoWriMo, and I rather liked it. So I'm posting it here for all the world to see. Tell me how you like it. *** Creased Japanese ...

April 10 Of Woodpushers and Sacred Hearts Creased Japanese cherry blossoms fall at Saint Peter's feet like ivory tear drops, pirouetting from the coarse and wiry hair of an arbor ...

Notice my avatar. The Book Thief is pure art. -Kylan

One of the sisters of Imp. A pleasure to meet you. And, even better, we have something in common. Reliant K. I actually saw them in concert along with Switchfoot ...

So. I've decided to rewrite the first chapter of my novel (which has been completed, for those of you who aren't aware -- clocking in at 80,000 words) due to ...

Hey there, Matt I'm participating in the NaPoWriMo and I was wondering if you could take a look at my NaPo thread You don't have to give very in depth ...

April 9 The closing scene of the trimester “How the hell did I get a B?” he spat, chewing furiously on blistering curses and charbroiled anger. His jaws were swollen ...

your oldest friends of words join beyond this moment, all your lovers of death cry inside the meaning, some of the waves above you reach beside the river, your oldest ...