Kylan Writing

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 heav..

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

(I can still remember the blossoms of Phnom Pehn. I think about them now. You cannot take this away. Stomachs may shrink, shackles may chafe, ..

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..

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