These memories taste cold, sickly sweet and thick; opaque like red wine, muted and sharp - daggers in the drink, in smiles, in falsely promised next times - stained purple teeth, the deep rivulets in your lips, a grimace as you sup and sip on this feast of ruined nostalgia - memories laid out to … Continue reading Memories do not keep
There will always be this door between us; rattling in the wind yet the hinges are too stiff for it ever to open. Within the wood grain his face is etched - the man who loves us both, who had to lose me in order to have you. In his face we see two different … Continue reading Between us
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. An Uprising in Rome is driven by Novak's straightforward storytelling and his rich knowledge of sculpture and the city of Rome. The narrative seamlessly follows Charles, Piero and Maria; three characters who lead very different lives in the beginning yet soon come together thanks to the strong binds of love and … Continue reading Review of An Uprising in Rome, Richard F. Novak
They say 'What do you call a penguin in the desert?' They say 'Lost.' I say 'What do you call a heart which always breaks?' I say 'Mine.' But apparently, it's not the same. The wandering penguin and my ever wandering heart, are not the same. He walks into dunes of … Continue reading Lost and Mine
heartache it is a warm summer's day or a bitter winter's eve a visitor - the new friend the old friend with darned holes in your friendship to accompany a bar of chocolate or the tears you've spent to puncture an awkward silence and fill it with whistling steam … Continue reading 10 reasons for tea
The River in the Trees by Jacqueline O’Mahony really is a special read; think Cecelia Ahern but grittier and subtle in how it weaves Ellen and Hannah’s stories together. O’Mahony’s use of dual narrative is a triumph as it showcases the parallels which exist between lives even one hundred years apart. It allows The River … Continue reading Review of The River in the Trees, Jacqueline O’Mahony
You have been in my thoughts this week, despite the fact I have forgotten everything about you: the particular blue of your eyes, the shape of your hands when they hold things, the curve of your lips when you smile, the warmth of your chest, of your arms, the touch … Continue reading Enough is enough
Dusk descends like honey on the back of a spoon, onto my lips, into my mouth, slipping down the length of my throat; sunset upon the horizon, melting butter & sugar to stir in the honey warm in the pit of my belly which is no longer churning with fear tonight, but with sweetness; heavenly … Continue reading Honey, butter & sugar
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Jacquot’s Death of a Good Girl is unlike any poetry collection I have read. The pieces span across several pages and many read like song lyrics - discarded thoughts which hold within them a power only those words in that order can manifest. In the author’s note, Jacquot explains how releasing this … Continue reading Review of Death of a Good Girl, Michelle Marie Jacquot
I often wonder what she was really like: the little girl I used to be. I’ve heard so many stories and I’ve imagined so many moments I no longer know which memories are true and which are figments - fragments of pillow thoughts or wandering daydreams. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Little girl
