Damp

It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp

Pocket, tongue and throat – Kristiana Reed

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Sorry is a stone

because it is cliff-like

in my pocket

and gobstopper hard

beneath my tongue

and one is not enough

to summon an ocean

with white horses

and forgiveness.

 

It is a pebble, shy to water,

resting heavily

at the back of my throat.

 


 

© Kristiana Reed 2019

Kristiana Reed is an English teacher and a writer. She is the author of the WordPress blog My Screaming Twenties and she writes about love, her struggle with mental health, survival and hope. She is currently in the middle of producing Between the Trees, her debut anthology, and writing her first novel.  

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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.


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That warm light

Candice’s writing is stunning 💛

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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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Tomorrow – Rachel Finch

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There’s a cigarette hanging

from her lips, a little swollen,

blue and purple,

hand painted crimson

to remind her, today

was a new beginning.

The ashtray is overflowing,

she leans over it,

knocks the ash into a glass

of whiskey, picks up another

and leans into it.

Music is blaring,

she’s moving

the top half of her body

to the beat, resting the lower,

jelly legs, fuzzy feet.

She locks eyes with the girl

across the room,

she’s talking in someone else’s ear,

she tries to lip read,

sees the exchange, mouths,

“Today was a new beginning,

is it yesterday again?”

She watches the girl’s hand

float its way to her mouth,

sewing a button of before

onto her tongue,

hurts inside to understand

and debates the same.

The thump of the beat

pulsates into her

and she’s glad of it

when the others enter the room.

Someone’s shouting,

but…

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