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
Originally published on Reedsy Discovery. Pages from the Pizza Crows is as abstract and weird as it is wonderful. Fiction’s synopsis suggests any reader is in for a bizarre read as each tale told is determined by the pizza type and toppings fed to the crow who visits the narrator each night. Fiction’s premise is … Continue reading Review of Pages from the Pizza Crows, Odd Fiction
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
Quiet Screams to the Quiet Healer by Nilanjana Haldar is a coming of age tale which explores a childhood shaped by violence and regret, friendships and the quiet power of seeking kindness and healing in the face of great adversity. Beginning with Sanjana and Kriti’s childhood friendship, Haldar introduces a female protagonist who possesses the … Continue reading Review of Quiet Screams to the Quiet Healer, Nilanjana Haldar
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
Flowers on the Wall, my second collection is now available to buy on Amazon and Etsy. Etsy copies will take 1-2 weeks but will be signed as a default. Amazon Etsy A collection of daydreams and wishes, love letters and fears, Kristiana Reed's second poetry collection is a nostalgic exploration of love, loss and the … Continue reading Flowers on the Wall is here!
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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
