Kristin Reynolds


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“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” -Jack London

Ditto.

Thank you all for reading, many blessings, love, Kristin

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All writing and artwork is the property of Kristin Reynolds and may not be used wholly or in part without the prior written permission of the copywright holder, including copying, duplicating, printing, publishing (even on a web site), reproducing, storing, or transmitting by any means what so ever.

© Kristin Reynolds 2009

Journal Entries

Woman

Posted 3 days ago, 3 comments so far.

it's a biting and bitten sort of day

Posted 12 days ago, 4 comments so far.

Thank you all for these 7 features!!!

Posted 19 days ago, 6 comments so far.

i want love

Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.

Thank You Again, RB, For the Main Page Feature, and 3 more as Well!

Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.

Features x 4 - thank you!!!!!

Posted about 1 month ago, 7 comments so far.

Thank you, RedBubble, for the Main Page Feature - woohoooo!

Posted 2 months ago, 11 comments so far.

Hey, Guys...It has been one hell of a few weeks!

Posted 2 months ago, 16 comments so far.

Untitled

Posted 2 months ago, 3 comments so far.

Will be gone for a few days... :)

Posted 2 months ago, 12 comments so far.

Writing

holding the breath of whales

when I close my eyes / stilling the whale from breeching – / dust of all that is Kristin Reynolds 10 31 2009

Only snow knows

...the way / of my love. The calling of the familiar; / how it glides, / waiting tears brimming / from it’s cusp towards / the needy earth / yearning / to be siph…

Rimbaud, Thrashing Bears and Unseen Horizons

“I is an Other…” Rimbaud wrote, / and this is he, who takes the staff, / the one who knows the one, / its mechanics and service; / It is blind / and running scared, / an empty sac blowing on / …

a conversation between the eyes

Soul of my eye, / judge this impulsive pink heart / no more… Eat your vision / with the hungry burden / of Rumi’s unquenchable fish – / spit out your heart / no more! It is so hard, / this…

now where did I put that again?

I ask my hands, / “Why am I here?” They do not answer. They are preoccupied, / rummaging around / in an overstuffed handbag, / searching / for their lost god. © Kristin Reynolds 11 3 09…

The Death of Her Pas De Deux

I never should have handed you / my pretty pink ballet slippers. They had hung off the edge of my bed / for as long as I can remember, And then I met you. You stroked their soft silk; / trace…

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