Their faces looked at me blankly - I asked them, 'How would you describe the world we live in?' For a while, the faces remained passive, circumspect, frightened of a Big Brother they hope does not exist. Then the words rolled off, clean, cut like shards of glass - impoverished violent ridiculous - rough diamonds … Continue reading Diamonds
Ten minutes of hail. Ten minutes of innocent discontent; wild eyed wonder of the great outside; which pours in blues and greens, hailstone pebbles and grey before spinning the clouds into gold. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
The trees breathe songs of ocean waves whenever the wind rises and silences the magpies, whistling a crescendo of salt upon shore between the branches and leaves; mixing bitterness and sunshine into a heady gale which reveals the very power of Nature’s voice as it moves up the scale, practising arpeggios and ceasing in falsetto, … Continue reading The wind rises and silences
The rose fell from the bush and tumbled into the grass, to wither and die like all the rest who grew too weak to remain, heads lifted up to the sun. Until it saw you, and you it; collected it, tucked it safely into the centre of your palm, found a bowl to lay it … Continue reading Mother Nature’s lips
She had said the words ‘this will last forever’ so many times she had begun to wonder if they were a curse; a spell of Hecate’s making, a cauldron bubbling of squandered feelings - unrequited lovemaking and lonely screams into the wind. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees … Continue reading A curse
Every weekday morning I pass a lone pink house on the corner. It stands solitary against whatever colour the sky chooses to wear; I wonder who lives there. The trees and the climbers are too well-kept for the love and attention of Mother Nature. Yet, I have never seen a living soul go in … Continue reading Aeternum vale
Free Verse Revolution is looking for submissions from new and regular contributors alike! 14 spaces left ❤
Free Verse Revolution endeavours to share the work of talented writers from around the globe every month, however, with only a limited amount of space I have decided to open up submissions to new writers/writers who have contributed once before. This is instead of calling upon the same writers each time, who all have busy schedules. I am hoping this call for submissions will source new talent as well as continue to share more work from writers we adore.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org
June’s theme: Freedom
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…
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Lately, I’ve been suffering with a case of the nightmares. Symptoms include: loved ones falling in and out of love, saying goodbye to everything, and trust. Causes unknown unless the myths about cheese and TV before bed are true; even still, I’m not sure why they always have to be about you and the fact … Continue reading A case of the nightmares
Actions have always spoken louder for you - if you could lace them with twenty-four carat gold, you would. Money bought love dripping from the chandelier. Rumpelstiltskin in the stable spinning gold for you to melt molten and consume. A dragon protecting its horde of teeth-cracking promises, strung like pearls. Medallions of self-worth and righteousness; … Continue reading ‘I’m sorry’
We are naked as peach daylight slides in through the edges of the drawn curtains and melts into the magnolia walls. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019