Kylan

A/N: Haven't posted in this for a while, though I've been writing a ton of poetry. Here are a couple new poems. dad's toolshed the rats scramble under the pressboard ...

button-nosed I see her everywhere now – under the slate-sloped piano among the baby-footed pedals, laughing at me, her hands flying up like startled birds. she is wrapping herself up ...

Hart green, unripe peaches bobbing like Adam's apples above him as he leads us to his front porch, smiling a crooked, sloping smile that cups over his false teeth, his ...

Thank you both for the critiques (and June, who critiqued this story while YWS was down)! Jiggity -- Yep, he's an old man, and I don't know why you thought ...

a night at britt gardens and as the evening spins, a party dress of nebula and solar wind, the violin bows sigh on their bed of strings, heaving up like ...

hospice cold, unpitying sun, dropping in through the windowpanes sullen as a truant, cast-off and browsing. the light is unwelcome company, revealing your face like a well-kept secret, white and ...

Thank you all for your reviews! First, I want to let you all know that this is not, not, not, not, not a sequel to The Elephant Boy. Not. Definately ...

Thanks for your input! The character in the third section is Joseph as a child. I guess I'll just have to mention his name more in the other two sections, ...

minesweeping what crops are these? unwilling, slumbering goosebumps, appearing along the red wrist of the road, exposed precious rumps, packed dirt what blossoms will come from these? baby-headed lill

the night is full of snails tread carefully – the night is full of snails hobble-backed aborrances, making their slow pilgrimage, on the shoulders of the grassblades small and emerging, ...

the burning season wildfire in bush canyon today and the sky is doubtful with ash, fluttering like flirting eyelashes. the heat gasps in and lays low over the heavy-lapped valley, ...

ghost stories dark staircase leading downwards – an esophagus – and us on the edge, like a nightly prayer, with the moonlight hemming our nightgowns blue and a draft cupping ...

apostasy among the tallgrass and in the fields where the forget-me-nots climb sideways, pious and succinct with bees hanging like earbobs from their blue heads, the minister composes a sermon ...

Please do not critique works older than six months without the author's express request. -Kylan *locked*

seasickness meiosis of the moon; splintered on the hump-backs of the new tide – tiny petals of white light water-born, like capsizing paperboats. salt skin and a new coat of ...