Sirens and Birdsong – Kristiana Reed

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These are the sounds of home

alongside the hum of traffic

and the creak of my bones.

Long walks bring both

to my ears and balance

death and life on a scale.

The mating calls atop

telegraph poles

and the drone of blue

and red warning lights

tell me stories

which all end

in the same way:

you are so lucky

to be alive.

You are so lucky

to have a home

which isn’t whitewashed

in sterility

and the wails of patients

hidden behind drawn curtains

or crowds of relatives.

You are so lucky

to have a home

which does not disappear

like Dorothy’s

or rainforests,

a home in one place

found by footsteps

not by wings

on a slipstream.

You are so lucky

to be here

and to hear

sirens and birdsong;

heartache and love;

time and its music;

death and life.


© Kristiana Reed 2019

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That warm light

Candice’s writing is stunning 💛

TheFeatheredSleep

She grew used to hunger

til it became a language to delve into

the ache a reminder

she once lived

the gnaw a shadow

of a former self

kneeling for prayer, her arms beneath the moon

in swaying movement

that moment elongated like youth

thinking she’d live forever

eternity her dance partner

even then

she did not need sustaining

no warm glass of something to forget the ghosts

they were not yet powerful enough

and meal time was a delicacy of suggestion

fruiting in her eyes

as she undid her zip

the slow fall and hiss of clothes

finding purchase in gravity’s collapse

she stood before you bare and empty handed

your eyes on her, hot and smiling

causing her to

light up like she were composed of a 100 watts

shining because you regarded her

nothing else was necessary

not even a meal in her empty stomach

unaware one…

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Review of The Myths of Girlhood, Christine E. Ray

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