I remember

Do you remember the sound as country met cliff? The incessant utterances of waves as if in a zealous bout of worship. The crumbling in the distance - the singing erosion of salt, sand and rock. Do you remember the sea foam? The bubbles and spit? Softened shards melting beneath, shifting, swaying with the seaweed. … Continue reading I remember


By the end, Kenny coughed and spluttered throughout the day. Only when he slept did the gurgling nestled deep in his throat, stop. I knew it was the end - I'd known so for months. It didn't make the goodbye any easier; leaving him there alone, imagining the high-pitched squeal of metal on metal. The … Continue reading Kenny

Little girl

I often wonder what she was really like: the little girl I used to be. I’ve heard so many stories and I’ve imagined so many moments I no longer know which memories are true and which are figments - fragments of pillow thoughts or wandering daydreams.     Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees … Continue reading Little girl