the hard labor of joy cut glass rotting peach promises and pills — everything which is hard to swallow and much harder to believe in. but when the stars are no longer enveloped in mist, it tastes of sleep, of you, of tomorrow and of vast fields stretching from their giant’s slumber; my heart no … Continue reading What hope tastes like:
after John McCullough I find comfort in the ground, stalwart earth beneath a body I dream of as lifeless; surrounded by the hands of everyone who knows sadness deeper than the wells it purports to dwell in - who have known an ache without a name, but a face, identical to their own. I find … Continue reading I find comfort in falling
To celebrate my ten favourite indie/self-published books of 2020, over the next 10 days I will reshare my reviews of these wonderful books and links to buy them! The Colour of Hope by Jen Feroze “the world will feel too tight – the skin of a peach about to burst.” [For Louise] These lines from … Continue reading Top 10 Indie Books: The Colour of Hope, Jen Feroze
after Kait Quinn My marbles, my mind, my temper when I was just five and the world kept turning in spite of my stubborn hands and feet trying to scale the stars. Breadcrumbs and balls of string; every attempt to find my way back home again; to savour the word again as it slips … Continue reading Things I have lost
Sometimes the wind whispers, calls through the trees, whistles through cracks and we listen for danger, for tangible nightmares. A footstep on the stair, a scratching at locks. Sometimes shadows play death upon the bedroom walls and we wonder which darkness is safer. We forget the many names of bravery. We forget valour can … Continue reading Ode to being brave
I followed as the trees grew their leaves and leaned, green, into summer; I greeted the magpies who appear each day past the heat of noon; and I smiled as bluetits bobbed like feathery bubbles from bough to bough. Poem & photograph: © Kristiana Reed 2020 Between the Trees UK Between … Continue reading Silver linings in quarantine
then I hope the butterflies are just as beautiful / and the seas just as tempestuous / because I am learning to love / my squishiness and storms / and I want every version of me / happy / sullen / and wicked / to find stony strength in such fragility / I want every … Continue reading If there are infinite parallel universes (after Michelle Awad)
blossom - alive and wilted / bonfire smoke and cake / fresh air lingering on clothes / finding limpet fossils aged six / learning about everything which came before you / stones made of glass / pinwheels stuck stoically in English sand / rain storms and rainbows / the city of Rome and how I re-taught … Continue reading Things that don’t suck (after Andrea Gibson)
NOW CLOSED. To say thank you for all of your support I am running a giveaway! Two people will be chosen at random to receive a signed copy of Between the Trees, my debut poetry collection which was released last May. The giveaway will be open for seven days; it will close on Friday, 8th … Continue reading *GIVEAWAY* Between the Trees
Route 62, the pink and purple bus fading like a disappearing sunset, which always passes beneath a lamp which flickers - the orange eye wearing a halo of feathers, the seagulls too far from the sea. Homeward bound - bus ticket in hand, paper turned redundant, used and crumpled, left in a pocket to fall … Continue reading Route 62
