I remember

Do you remember the sound as country met cliff? The incessant utterances of waves as if in a zealous bout of worship. The crumbling in the distance - the singing erosion of salt, sand and rock. Do you remember the sea foam? The bubbles and spit? Softened shards melting beneath, shifting, swaying with the seaweed. … Continue reading I remember

Innocence – Kristiana Reed

My latest poem on FVR ❤


No one ever tells girls

how awkward ‘blossoming’ feels,

how unceremoniously ugly you feel

the moment your body opens its sleep weary eyes

to tell you, to warn you, that nothing is sacred –

that innocence

is lit dynamite.

No one ever tells girls

how much everything changes,

how nothing remains the same

and suspicion becomes your middle name,

because trust now comes with blood

and bad choices –

now innocence

is a short fuse.

No one ever tells girls

they are the only ones without matches,

but hungry eyes and greedy fingers

exist in plenty – with wooden sticks

and the smell of cordite

swirling in their dreams

because innocence is something

to be lost – to blossom and fall,

to wilt and burn between the heat

created by a finger and thumb.

Kristiana Reed is a writer and an English Teacher living in the UK. She is the…

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My heart flutters in bruised magentas as time melts through our skin and solidifies in our bones; heavy.   Like amber hardening thick around the filigree wings of an insect, one thousand years old. We wish to crumble,   to fall into dust, leave on the wind with a sudden lightness; the disappearance of time … Continue reading Heavy


Magnolia walls, all four and counting, breathe with us now, they know us now, so much so our skin begins to match: a canvas on which you compare me to every fruit the supermarket did not have, every flower you haven’t seen, every sunset discoloured by the evening news. Just magnolia is left, off white … Continue reading Magnolia

April 2020: call for submissions

April Submissions are open on FVR! The theme is Blossom ❤


To new and regular contributors to Free Verse Revolution, the April 2020 submissions window is open!

The theme will be Blossom and it can be interpreted in any way you wish; whether that be pieces about spring, the symbolism of blossom, a metaphor for innocence or a story about youth.

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.

Please follow the guidelines, it makes accepting your work and scheduling it for publication so much easier. I edit FVR alone so these guidelines do exist for a reason. Thank you.

Submission guidelines:

Send your submissions to myscreamingtwenties@gmail.com

April’s theme: Blossom

Interpret the theme any way you wish; you do not need to use the word as a title. Pieces may be previously published.


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He speaks love like it’s witchcraft: blue smoke curling from the cauldron at his lips, kissable and lacquered with gloss.   He speaks love and I tumble like cloth at his feet: spellbound, always, indebted to the softness of his touch, his words and his mind.   He speaks love and I’m his.     … Continue reading Witchcraft