A curse

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


The steam from the bath swirls like smoke curling from your open lips; in goodbye and greeting. & as the sweat drips with water down my spine, jaw, clavicle and breasts, I can taste the tobacco of midnight - kisses intertwined with sleep and the stars shining; a silver crown atop the ebony head of … Continue reading Tobacco