The clock in my room wanes like a moon; with each inward collapse of tick to tock, light grazes the walls - glass beneath water - I count quietly, each inward collapse, my tick to tock, dreams of petrichor healing; evaporating raindrops on my lips. I yearn for yesterdays in the shape of tomorrows, for … Continue reading Dali’s clocks
Our eyes do not shine with judgement like theirs, our small, pinpricks of coloured light, peaches, purples, reds and pinks, but we watch you as we drink, sip from the vase usually kept beneath the sink. We seek the sun but find ourselves resting upon your weary face, distant in the netherworlds of a mind … Continue reading Tulips to Sylvia
you will wish you could unlearn the words people have used to describe you. you will unlearn words you have used to describe others. you will let go of the anger you spelled the same as your middle name. you will embrace the anger fuelling fires of change. you will stop setting fires … Continue reading A list poem for my past self
Ghost ship is my body, left to wander and sink upon waves, the belly of squalls. I traverse the ocean floor and disintegrate in the north-easterly winds. I let the sun shine through me. Ghost ship is my body without hands which feel, without a helm at which to stand and point yonder. I … Continue reading Ghost ship
Remember the thoroughbred girls? The girls we watched in washroom mirrors and fell in love with. With kohl eyes, powder puffs, chapstick lips & candy-floss pink cheeks. The girls who shot the pistol at the starting line and still finished first. Who took drugs and hearts like jumps, curled their knees beneath them. The girls … Continue reading Thoroughbreds
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Reading Kristiana’s words places me somewhere between a melancholic stroll through the woods with light droplets of rain hitting my face, and a car drive late at night down a long stretch of road that feels familiar yet untravelled. In both instances, the world stops spinning, and time as I know it loses its meaning. … Continue reading Flowers on the Wall – advance review from S. K. Nicholas
Hey! Just a quick post to say there are two signed copies of my first collection, Between the Trees, left on Etsy. https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/760618337/between-the-trees-poetry-and-prose?ref=listings_manager_grid From Sunday, 2nd August, the shop will be stocked with my second collection too.
I first encountered the poetry of Kristiana Reed on her blog My Screaming Twenties and very quickly became a fan of her writing. Last year Reed published her first poetry collection, Between the Trees, which was a fantastic poetry cycle telling the story of her emotional life. The depth of her poetry and her skills … Continue reading Flowers on the Wall – advance review from John W. Leys
Kristiana's second poetry volume opens with a quiet assertion of power, self-acceptance and self-compassion. The poet declares herself to be 'foolhardy and faerie, clumsy and pretty, angry at the world and everyone in it, loved and unloved but always in love.' ['I will'] A more fitting opening would be difficult to find. Reed's collection explores … Continue reading Flowers on the Wall – advance review from Lois E. Linkins
