Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. "Your body caught in a wave Turning you over in the thick brine" In archaeology, a tel (Hebrew for 'hill' or 'mound') is a mound formed by generations of people living in the same place for hundreds and thousands of years. Whilst, 'Aviv' is Hebrew for 'spring'. Thus, Karlan's three … Continue reading Review of Tel, S. Karlan
dust worn socks bleeding hearts and the look I told you to take with you when you packed your bags. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Bloom’s debut collection is immediately reminiscent of Kaur and Lovelace as she combines pithy thoughts with extended pieces which demonstrate Bloom’s talent for creating raw and honest imagery. At times, this similarity let the collection down. My issue with the work of Kaur and Lovelace is how often the words … Continue reading Review of Signs of Life: Poems for Remembering, Meg Bloom
My stomach aches my belly aches for something new for something different until my palms sweat until my fists clench and I remember: and I remember: how awful new and different feel how awful risk-taking tastes how soon my stomach rumbles how soon my belly aches. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Bellyache
My recent poem on Free Verse Revolution; the poem is from my recent collection, Between the Trees.
I wished for a mountain
with a babbling brook
a rock to climb
and a moment of calm,
where love, cannot touch you
except the swelling of your heart
as sunlight breaks through cloud
into bird song melody.
I dreamt of a forest
vast and crowded
with buzzing, bees and everything
in between,
where love, cannot find you
running through leaves
deeper into the moss.
I woke in a house
with brick walls
and plastered ceilings
at dawn, rosy and golden
a home and sanctuary,
in which love, was free
to touch and find me;
the girl who didn’t realise,
she was enough.
Kristiana Reed is a writer and an English Teacher living in the UK. She is the creator of My Screaming Twenties on WordPress and she recently released her debut poetry collection, Between the Trees. Her work has been published in several poetry anthologies (Swear To Me…
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This was the first time they had seen each other in years - time had wrought ironwork across their hearts, locked and censored the feelings she had abandoned at the door, at his feet, when she had turned and faced the biting wind. He had changed little and she was still as beautiful; summer to … Continue reading Censored
The bitter turn in the air warns you it is your time to go; to make swift flight on Zephyr’s frost bitten wings and head south past leaves which fall in golds and onwards to the land of the liquid sun, melting into the Sahara’s horizon; slipping below the surface of the Nile to kiss … Continue reading Swallow
Some were spent in darkness - rising before the sun had pulled the sheets from its slumbersome form. Some were left to wane and cast long shadows as light poured in pinpricks through the net curtains. Some were spent in the cold - 9 am and secret; wandering along old cobblestones to grass glazed with … Continue reading November mornings
She saw love in his face today; glimpses behind a furrowed brow then clear and open like a meadow expectantly waiting for the cows to come home and graze upon the lush green, Springtime glow. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
Submissions for November on FVR are open ❤
To new and regular contributors to Free Verse Revolution, the November submissions window is open!
The theme will be Metamorphosis and it can be interpreted in any way you wish; whether that be telling a story of change, introducing us to fantastical beasts or taking inspiration from Ovid.
I accept poetry and short pieces of prose which interpret the theme of the month in some way, and only one piece from each writer; but you may send up to three pieces for consideration.
Send your submissions to myscreamingtwenties@gmail.com
November’s theme: Metamorphosis
Interpret the theme any way you wish; you do not need to use the word as a title. Pieces may be previously published.
Submission format: poem/short prose should be attached via email as a Word Document or Google Doc. Please refrain from pasting it into the email as this makes formatting very difficult.
Images: if you wish…
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