I met you when you were wiser in years, and I was younger and impressionable. You carried regrets and I soothed them away. I knew I would outlive you, it's the risk I took in loving you. It doesn't scare me when I'm in your arms and I'll take every moment I can until slow breaths take … Continue reading When You Go – RL & Kristiana Reed
You make me feel like popcorn: pop pop whistle and I flower and hiss with heat. I'm still friendly, still tasty despite my spontaneity. I want to fill you up, make you whole, let you feel my sweetness on your tongue as you lick me off of your fingertips. And when I'm in … Continue reading Popcorn
Maybe it would be better if I imagined happiness in objects I have owned for years instead of searching for it as if it were buried treasure or debating whether it is worth the investment as if I hold shares or twiddling my thumbs hoping the cashier won’t id me as if it can be … Continue reading Fabric Misery
I've never seen a dead body before which I'm not disappointed about, like most people, I prefer bodies which are alive and well but I've seen death; tasted it on the tip of my tongue. I watched the branches of a tree be severed with a saw and tossed into a metal bin with kindling. … Continue reading Oxygen & Dust
I - The Night We Met It was the tail end of summer we were young and had no idea what we were in for. I saw you and tried to touch forever; in hindsight I should have bottled the August night sky for us to keep and breathe on the days the air between … Continue reading Quartet
Silence is seven am on a Sunday morning. A crescendo of quiet as day breaks clean through a bruised cotton candy sky. The kettle boils and my feet pad across the linoleum. Bed sheets rustle as I return with two teas and a smile because the morning shadows sing and cling to the contours of … Continue reading Easy Harmony
The unpredictability of Dee I knew her comfort was poisonous. It was bottled in glass the same shade as my envy from Saturday night. I still accepted it; unable to battle the lullaby close to my ear and every delicate drag through my hair. It was witchcraft or my weakness. My inability to see friend … Continue reading The Dee Diaries #2
My bones feel rigid like I’m living with rigor mortis, depression’s equivalent of arthritis. There’s nothing the doctor can prescribe; sunshine cannot be packaged and nor can your smile so I guess I’ll just wait in my heaviness. This opaque silence where nothing can relieve the nothingness I feel whenever you leave. © … Continue reading Rigid
If I could I would register myself as two people, if there was a register for such things. A register of people who do not always know themselves; the person in the mirror looks the same but uses a different name. They never tell you this name so you would have to register them as … Continue reading Unknown and I
Naming beach huts is an art form; forget the colour you want to paint it, name it with a legacy in mind. A morning walk isn’t a morning walk until at least five people walking their dogs say, Good morning. If the thought You should wear a hat crosses your mind before you leave the … Continue reading Ten Things
