Anthology Tuesday: PROEM for Twelve – Kindra M. Austin

I can’t wait for Twelve, Kindra M. Austin’s next collection of poetry 💛


Twelve cover


She’d often made it difficult, but I did love my mom beyond measure. Before learning she had died, I don’t believe I’d ever actually shrieked over any-fucking-thing in my life—that’s saying a lot. On 8 November, 2017, at three-something in the afternoon, the sound that erupted from my lungs and out of my mouth was utterly empty, yet it carried a weight of pain that unequivocally transcends my comprehension to this day. The woman who gave birth to me—the woman I’d admired in the face of animosity, and who I’d always defended against abusers breathed no more.

I miss my mom’s smile most of all. That genuine, life giving smile she had in spite of the shit she had to live with was…well, it was goddamned gorgeous. Her eyes, I swear, projected light when she was happy. My baby niece’s eyes have that same magic—sweet babe born just…

View original post 310 more words

Honey Eyes – Kristiana Reed



We met in November;

honey eyes

through bonfire smoke haze

I became bewitched by your gaze,

heart beating with adolescent magic.

I walked toward the fire

and into the flames.

I asked the spirits of the night

to beg you to take me;

in your arms, in your palms,

in your dripping honeyed eyes

and call me ‘Mine’.

Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is President of FVR Publishing, a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.

View original post