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
Review of The Glenmore Sessions, Joseph Fulkerson
First published on Reedsy Discovery When I read a poetry collection, my desire is to know the poet by the time I read the final piece. I crave an insight, a journey, no matter how small, something I can recognise because I have seen it before in my reflection; and allow it to move me. … Continue reading Review of The Glenmore Sessions, Joseph Fulkerson
Memory lines
I could say, your arms, the horizon, the ocean shore, or anywhere but here. Instead, the only place I wish to run is backwards along memory lines to encircle the small girl with a face like mine and reassure her everything gets better in time. Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Reincarnation
The clouds looked as if they had been painted by a child today. Bright blue sky with titanium white squiggled lumps of fluff. Their playful innocence made me smile; they turned back time to a schoolyard smelling of freshly cut grass and rain. I saw the girl in the gingham summer dress, masquerading as a … Continue reading Reincarnation
Unfinished tunnels
I recognise the girl in the mirror. Her flaws, regrets and wishes. How negative thoughts precede and follow the good ones. She thinks and breathes in breezes, gales, thunderstorms and tsunamis. She blinks and echoes of sunlight fill her misty eyes - crystal spots of sight, the light at the end of every tunnel. Every … Continue reading Unfinished tunnels
To the girl
To the girl who grew her hair past her shoulders. There is something about you something I always knew, yet never guessed, dreamt of perhaps but could never imagine how you would dress: heart on your sleeve, golden round, boots and morning blood, you sparkle like dew, a cobweb in sunlight, … Continue reading To the girl
Aegean Curses
I imagine she wears pearls -checks them with her teeth- paired with shoes which have etched stoicism into her linear smile. She wants to embody cruelty -package it as flesh- and tie it with a coarse ribbon so she can sell it like sex, weaponise her tongue and chant her curses onto iron tablets -to … Continue reading Aegean Curses
Tobacco
The steam from the bath swirls like smoke curling from your open lips; in goodbye and greeting. & as the sweat drips with water down my spine, jaw, clavicle and breasts, I can taste the tobacco of midnight - kisses intertwined with sleep and the stars shining; a silver crown atop the ebony head of … Continue reading Tobacco
In Morning
He sits upon the fence and watches, proud chest puffed in morning ceremony. He watches the breeze flit between the leaves and fallen debris, skittering across the blades of grass speckled with midnight dew. He watches me and you, the cat too. A robin red breast Poppins would say has very little time to … Continue reading In Morning
Call for submissions- Olive Skins
A new opportunity for you to submit your work to ❤
First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude to all my genuine followers who have supported my work in the best possible way over the years and so now I am thrilled to announce that my dear friend Kristiana and I are soon going to start our own collective OLIVE SKINS which is scheduled for June end. This collective will be a collection of all the brave voices out there which often go unheard by others. The aim is to take submissions about mental health, pain, abstract poems, and fiction.
Ink your beautiful words, surreal poetry, prose and fiction through our email. We want raw poetry, no same old cliched romance poetry, if you want to be romantic, show us that in your fierce style! The collective shall be themed base.
Guidelines-
Submit your best work, no rhyming poetry, please. We will not accept anything which doesn’t enthrall…
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