Kylan

vacuums (OR -less) the chrysanthemums are yawning lionesses, solariums of petals – i trace their veins in search of small beauty. little hints at the rebellion against gravity, against fourteen ...

Thanks June! NOTE: Reviewers, don't bother with this one. seti and all the cupped deepspace radio dishes turn slowly westward, like the pull of a blossom's head toward the sun ...

painted woman your oil paints mixed like feelings on seeing a piece of abstract art – geometric shapes rutting, combusting and rubbed off their edges like bees dying purely for ...

période rose et bleu (or, deserts) ridges in the sand underfoot, wavy, inked with shadows like the lunge of arabic characters. the desert heat is a pueblo dancer with a ...

Wonderful insight, Navita. Just wanted to add a disclaimer about my theme explanation for future readers: any and all other interpretations are welcome. That's what's so great about vignettes, and ...

Thank you so much for your comments both of you! One thing that you both pointed out was the grocery store scene. I thought maybe I'd explain my thinking here. ...

Thanks Gal! at the bronx zoo with grandpa your voice is a river carving a canyon – silty, with shelves of strata, and wearing away at the pueblo sandstone, thrones ...

Thanks! There is really no relation to each part below. But maybe. physics i. frictive but why is friction always regarded as a negative force, drawn in diagrams as pulling ...

Awww, Gal. You read my blog! -Kylan

Thanks! dishes girl in a red dress, every twitch of her hip like the tug of a grin at the side of a mouth. high heels – white, a little ...

fraternal what I share with him is nebraska like a motel bed shared by brothers the comforter thrown off because the hispanic bead-kneading housekeeping ladies never wash the comforters, and ...

Thanks Navita! For Blinker's Contest: io in chapped rococo, the bell curve of her hips, myrrh-smelling fold of linens, and the grope of a bedchamber's candlelight; and now, puzzlingly, the ...

types of kiss, according to the encyclopaedia i. kiss of love (see Longus's Daphnis and chloe) under the yellow-lit nave of the parasol, she turns her head so that the ...

It was a pleasure to critique. I must say, though, that I wasn't reading this as a literal interpretation at all. In fact, in my critique, I address this poem ...

thank you guys so much! you're all wonderful! deprecatio i hold your hand – amazed at its lightness, the bones brought out like tea-things, the feeble saddle of your blood ...