The girl next door who plays the piano, begins her music. As her fingertips settle upon the ivories, I allow my mind to wander. Not to far off places at first, just to the end of the garden, stood between two lonesome oaks who, despite one another, always seem sad and companionless this time of … Continue reading Wanderings
My heart flutters in bruised magentas as time melts through our skin and solidifies in our bones; heavy. Like amber hardening thick around the filigree wings of an insect, one thousand years old. We wish to crumble, to fall into dust, leave on the wind with a sudden lightness; the disappearance of time … Continue reading Heavy
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Softly Glowing Exit Signs is Georgia Park’s second collection of poetry and, in my humble opinion, is even better than the first. Her first collection was witty, pithy and touching and Park established herself as a voice for the 21st century. Softly Glowing Exit Signs not only continues to secure … Continue reading Review of Softly Glowing Exit Signs, Georgia Park
Magnolia walls, all four and counting, breathe with us now, they know us now, so much so our skin begins to match: a canvas on which you compare me to every fruit the supermarket did not have, every flower you haven’t seen, every sunset discoloured by the evening news. Just magnolia is left, off white … Continue reading Magnolia
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Allen’s The Thirteenth Circle is a debut which explores man’s relationship with faith, temptation and possessing a sense of self. Through a combination of poems, drawings and autobiographical excerpts. Allen tells his story in the hope others can relate and find solace. The drawings are fascinating; each one a different … Continue reading Review of The Thirteenth Circle, Chaz Allen
The second time I kissed you was the first time we fell in love: a siren song without beeswax in our ears, helplessly stumbling across shingle for the shore, for the waves, seeking the sweet vibrations between our lips, succumbing to the fall as we tumble beneath sea level, deep into midnight. Poem: © … Continue reading A siren song
He speaks love like it’s witchcraft: blue smoke curling from the cauldron at his lips, kissable and lacquered with gloss. He speaks love and I tumble like cloth at his feet: spellbound, always, indebted to the softness of his touch, his words and his mind. He speaks love and I’m his. … Continue reading Witchcraft
*Advanced review as this book is not set to release until Summer 2020 I have always thought owls are beautiful and mysterious creatures. I own two intricate wood carvings and a set of three who nest on my mantelpiece. Slaght’s work, however, taught me to look beyond their majestic beauty and see their fight for … Continue reading Review of Owls of the Eastern Ice, Jonathan C. Slaght
I know we were young and these thoughts are just melodramatic coins thrown into a bottomless well, but I must ask, the vacuum between us now, if I was ever more than leftovers to you? If I can ever see myself as more than the girl you called by mistake. The girl who watched you … Continue reading Leftovers
What if butterflies are quiet warnings for all to come: the bite marks and scratches, as the red flags gnaw your skin from the inside out never sinking their teeth in deep enough for you to listen. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy
