seanhtaylor
Bronze Member

Sean Taylor writes short stories, novellas, novels, graphic novels, and comic books (yes, Virginia, there is a difference between comic books and graphic novels, just like there's a difference between a short story and a novel). In his writing life, he has directed the “lives” of zombies, superheroes, goddesses, dominatrices, Bad Girls, pulp heroes, and yes, even frogs, for such diverse bosses as IDW Publishing, Gene Simmons, and The Oxygen Network. Visit online at www.thetaylorverse.com and www.badgirlsgoodguys.com. [He, Him] Renaissance Nerd: D-List Comics, Board Games, 20th Cent Am Lit, BBC SciFi #LGBTQIAally #BlackLivesMatter #fightracism #fightheteronormativity #prochoice #SPED

Joined: May 2021 Last seen: 1 month ago

Submitted Poems 24 total

Into the Words I write myself into a poem Not by intention But by accident I am there only because I exist, and I refuse not to. I sing myself into a song Never because I will it But because I unwill it, I refuse, but I never Listen to myself, And so... – *by Sean Taylor*	14 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
Sixteen Million Monkeys I just met sixteen million monkeys With a copy of Macbeth And they wanted to personally apologize That it wasn't Romeo and Juliet (Or The Tempest or A Midsummer Night's Dream) They said they wanted to write a comedy But they've been watching... – *by Sean Taylor*	32 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
Midnight After the Reception You take the treasures of a queen And lay them at the feet of a whore, Ignoring the heavily perfumed skin, The sultry scent of sex, The eyes smear-streaked with tears, Blue and black and trailing eye shadow And mascara in riverlets across her... – *by Sean Taylor*	5 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
Of My Mistress and Her Sister Weakened eyes gaze upward, lost In endless stare with seeming ghost. Pale hands reach downward Offering rest in shimmering host. Life-long pursuit, a futile task I sought when young a chance to ask, Sought you, dear Mistress, Offer my all... – *by Sean Taylor*	4 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
Where Do the Flowers Go? Where do the flowers go when winter comes? The age-old question comes to mind. Do the lilies rise up and march away Leaving a barren field behind? Or do they merely hide away Not seen by beast nor bird Beneath the blanket of the snow Till... – *by Sean Taylor*	7 Views added 6 months ago	Rating