Kristiana Reed Interviews Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray About the Anthology ‘We Will Not Be Silenced’

It was such a pleasure to interview the editors behind We Will Not Be Silenced. The book is available now and you can support the GoFundMe page. Links at the end of the interview 💛


In the last few years, the stage on which women and men were always expected to prance and perform has changed. Windows are being installed in the wings. The heavy, velvet curtains are being pulled down and the ropes are being severed. The gauze on the lights is being torn or removed so they shine brighter and the ornamental ceiling has wide cracks in the stucco and tears in the paint. All that has been built around us for centuries – patriarchy, gender stereotypes, heterosexuality being the only sexuality, expectations of femininity, toxic masculinity and silence – is crumbling. It is crumbling because of people like the editors of We Will Not Be Silenced.

This anthology, which showcases powerful poetry, prose, essays and art, is the lived experience of sexual harassment and sexual assault. I was given the wonderful opportunity to interview the women who, in response to current…

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TWELVE REVIEW by Nicholas Gagnier

I’m so excited for this 💛


Let me speak plainly. Kindra M. Austin is not only my friend and an incredible writer, but my business partner at Blank Paper Press. If you are looking for a reflection of this book not steeped in bias, you may want to look elsewhere.

That does nothing to undermine my respect for Twelve, her newest release of poetry and prose. Nor does it mean I am incapable of critiquing it. As an anthology, it steers into its own darkness, and may not invite everyone quite like it spoke to me.

That said, Twelve is one of my favourite collections of the year, alongside Nicole Lyons’ Blossom and Bone and Austin’s novel, For You, Rowena. It ranks up there among one of the most heartrending collections I’ve ever read. This is because Twelve’s airtight narrative of bereavement gives you little breathing room against the barrage of Austin’s grief over the…

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To Carry a Knife – Kristiana Reed

Blood Into Ink

My daughter will learn

how to hone the blades

on the tip of her tongue;

and she will cut and sculpt

words which move the world

to tears and action.

She will use her mother’s weapons

to leave this world

a better place;

carrying a knife in her wit

and not her pocket,

wielding strength in

her kindness and ferocity,

not fighting for her life

and her right to exist.

She will be here to stay.

She will not be shushed

nor ushered away.

Kristiana Reed is an English teacher and a writer (in her free time and day dreams.) 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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I adore this so much 💛

hijacked amygdala

We were standing on the old sea wall,
one Saturday night in August.
I was looking out across the grey
and thinking,
“You are not like me.”
I was impressed;
you impressed my 18 year old naiveté.
I liked your history, that you were older than me,
and the way you held me
and your money
and your energy
and the way you smashed the punch-bag
on that boxing arcade game
with such might that it nearly fell over.
New high score.
New adventure.
New boyfriend.
New life.
You were a good dancer
and you made me feel safe.
But there was a very real danger in you
and that appealed greatly.
I lied to my father;
told him I was with the girls,
but I was steeped in drunken debauchery
with you, by the sea.
(He caught me.
I never lied to him again.)
He was disappointed in me.

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Excerpt from my notebook: Stolen life

Henna is so special 💛

Murder Tramp Birthday

I might be living a stolen life.

Not literally stolen, of course. I’m not one to believe there is a certain amount of happiness in the world, or that some just aren’t destined for it. Still, I know a few people who could have been here in my place. Women I never knew but who walked the same paper thin stage floor, women who danced on glass and fell through. Women who never stood a chance.

You’re bipolar? You must be incredibly talented. So many great writers were bipolar, did you know that? Agatha Christie. Virginia Woolf. Sylvia Plath.

But Sylvia died. She taped the door to her children’s bedroom then gassed herself to death using her own oven. As for me? I was born to the 21st century. I wasn’t burned a witch. My brain wasn’t fried on the table of an analphabetic doctor and my frontal lobe wasn’t…

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We were star-crossed and then committed. We were children and then adults dressed in ill fitting clothes and promises. We were in love always away from home and I soon learned affection of this ilk was unsustainable because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to love you in every other place except here. © Kristiana … Continue reading Here

A Scene I Desire – Kindra M. Austin

Kindra’s work is so stunning 💛 A fresh take on the theme ‘Desire’.



The incandescent radiance

of a midnight living room

breathing heavily scented smoke…

sandalwood and roses with tobacco undertones,



She’s been thrown against the wall; I watch her shadow

bend ‘round corners, taking the form of a cave dwelling spider.


Elvis sings Suspicious Minds; and my mama


they can’t go on together,

so she rearranges furniture,

as is her wont to rid his image.


I’m caught lurking in the hallway,

and she smiles.


She smiles.


A scene I desire to find again.



© Kindra M. Austin  

Kindra M. Austin is a wife, mother, artist, and indie author from Chesaning, Michigan. Her debut novel, Magpie in August was published in April, 2017, and her book of poems and prose titled Constant Muses followed in December. Other publications include several poems featured in Anthology Volume I (Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary…

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