PenguinAttack

I remember the film, your hands dropping pulse to pulse in long, cursive fingerprints. They stutter at my clavicle, blot out freckles. In morse code, you tap .. .-.. --- ...

Hullo gowtham1! As the two above me have said, welcome to the YWS! I hope you find a happy place here. I will just mention that chatspeak (u rather than ...

Jiggity conned me into joining. What a horrible bloke.

Heyhey, Lumichi. I'm sorry this is so late, I am a terrible friend. To make my first note, I haven't read any of the other reviews on this poem, I'm ...

Hi, Lammal! I'm here as directed. I enjoy the concept of your poem, and you have some very lovely imagery going on here. However, I think you're pulled back drastically ...

Oh, Gallyallyarous. I see what you did there.

I'ma penguin! >.> The attacking kind. This is a lovely idea. ^^

You edited. Beautifully. Make me come back to this, please?

Parting The lower is rougher, I wonder - crush of lips, barbed tongues of desperation, curves of lipstick, stuttered, fading light of you in bed at night, menage a trois.

Pilgrimage I went for the elephants, their rough hides swaying with weighted tourists. Instead, I saw raised-trunk reliefs carved into wood, breathed incense of burnt mahogany curling about tent silks

Thank you, Niagini Sallow I spoke with her on the bank of an escarpment our boat beached. Her belly was rounded and stuck, sudden and pink from under her shirt, ...

Bukowski Redux: Those girls we followed home Two girls, Irene and Louise, were the prettiest I'd ever seen. Walking ten feet behind their silk stockings, blouses, socks, I felt my ...

Bukowski Redux: Beer Out the hundreth window, my heels sit, and I don't know how many bottles of women - each one home brewed, I have consumed. Waiting for the ...

Thin in the mountain peaks, air changes and we are the steep pause before Moses breathes his belief in our eyes. Devotion, our cataracts, (keep) burning slowly.

Home I have not heard one word from her, though the horizon bleeds into the body and her lips part, cloudless and yawning orange kisses. Her hands are a wave ...