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
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. There is no denying Muchmore can write, and write within a variety of genres. When I first began reading Black Flowers I was looking for something which moved through the poems and short stories; the religious allusions, the appearance of the devil and the evil of mankind. Yet, I soon realised it … Continue reading Review of Black Flowers, Jesse Muchmore
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
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
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
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
