Kylan

cadaver we cut him open, slowly, and knowing what's inside, like an electric bill. the squelched, strange fruit of the body, cables and nodes, the heart sweating and shying away, ...

This piece is not so much about the revolution as it is about the fall of the House of Romanov. I suppose I could have referenced the actual romanov family ...

galatea your lips have become rough from brushing the moonspilt ivory of her skin, of her cold and queenly skin, her golem shiver, her hands raised at the wrists slightly ...

on visiting mrs. perrine at the three fountains assisted living community it is not the smell of unwashed bodies and urine in these halls – it is the smell of ...

*locked* This is years old. I have long since moved on. -Kylan

Thanks for the reviews! Bex -- Sorry about the typos... Those will be fixed. I agree that I spent more time with the girl, but I connected most with her ...

Yes, the woman is younger... I'll try to clear that up. -Kylan

Actually, I put that ape comparison in there as a little experiment, believe it or not! To see who remembers one of my more obscure poems -- "Cantaloupe". you've got ...

Smorg -- "You" shows up in a lot of my poems. And honestly, I don't know who "you" is. I could say it's some love interest or perhaps something to ...

You're the man, Smorg. And you too, Jenna! Many thanks for the critiques! -Kylan

Thank you guys for the critiques! I feel that I need to explain the italicized portions. Honestly, this isn't a story about a family tradition at all. The family tradition ...

Please do not divulge your real name. -Kylan

skinny wolf the sky withers in the early morning, halfmoon gourded in the sky, dipping forward like a priest in prayer. the stars shiver in their sockets and brackets – ...

a/n: somewhat unfinished dickon 1. foxglove and from the cottage i can see the manor lights, yellow and lidded like cat's eyes, and the great lips of ivy climbing the ...

behind the waterfall slippery roots, wood spongy and pelted with moss, teaparty of wildflowers on the ridge, wrinkled like noses and the little choir of mistdroplets. waterfall draped down, like ...