The old me is no longer on the shelves because let’s be honest, she never existed. This is me now and this is me then; foolhardy and faerie, clumsy and pretty angry at the world and everyone in it, loved and unloved but always in love. I will bloom and I will wilt alongside the … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Discontinued

It was 5.20am and she had wondered if this would be the one good thing they could make last, as the world turned and the ground slipped quietly beneath them, and for once, she had been right; love had not bloomed but had sent roots deep into the earth to hold on tight.   Poem: © … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Something good

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 [BEST OF 2019] Mother Nature’s lips

I would like to forgive my body if only I knew how. Perhaps I should write a list of everything I dislike and light it with a match; watch it smoulder with eager eyes and a glass of wine. Or I should write a list of my favourite parts and scrawl them across every mirror. … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Forgiveness

Sometimes I imagine you here, hovering like wreathed mist, or a cold breath against the sky, and I imagine you are happy: for me, for you, for us and the people we have become without one another, the lovers we have made for others who will always love us far better than we ever loved … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Hovering

I like listening to the rain and watching the warm street lamp glow melt into the window frame. Sometimes I hear footsteps too, the distant rumble of traffic and the echoes of birds. I can see the chimney of my neighbour’s house and I can see a magpie or pigeon (they visit most frequently) has … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] Chimney Grass

I want to say thank you to the girl at the silent disco who reminded me of both femininity and humanity; what is means to be fragile and fierce, to be kind and ferocious.   A club lit up in colour, a mind full of anxiety glitter and you. The girl at the silent disco … Continue reading [BEST OF 2019] The girl at the silent disco

I know you want me to run – screaming into the hills like the banshee I am in all of your paintings hung in a gallery of shame; each one titled ‘self-hate’.     Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy

Leaving you taught me the beauty of three things: tucking yourself in at night cooking for one and dancing alone.   Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy