Kara Emily Krantz

The earth was moist beneath her feet
as she sank into the side of the mountain,
and breathed.

The air was pure with promise
and so she pressed on, her lungs filling with
the unfamiliar …

Time has been somewhat of a dilemma for me lately. I feel it pressing upon me. I think of the mountains and the sky and the road, and I feel so claustrophobic without them. A desperate part of…

_“There is a gravity within that continually weighs on us and pulls us away from the light. Negativity is an addiction to the bleak shadow that lingers around every human form…
You can…

Be my lover on the other side
of this moment’s grace.
Tie your hopes to your fingertips and I will bring them to my lips
with a kiss.

Pine for me, and I will yearn for you.
Sheets will …

The weeping willow whispered to me, wrapped me
in her draping fingers
and allowed me to Be for a while.

(I never could forget that smile.)

He was there; I glanced at him with grace in m…

Lips press upon my cheek; my knees go weak,
and I ponder if you are the person
I have been seeking.

Feet are firmly pressed upon the earth
(I can feel your roots beneath me)
and with the…

I travel the road, alone.

In intermittent bursts of clarity,
I understand my reasons;
but the journey is long
and my heart (occasionally) weeps.

With the need to scurry into the earth,…

Life is vastly and undeniably overwhelming.

I am unsure whether it is just the excessive workings of my mind, or the philosophical nature of my thoughts, or perhaps merely the acute awarenes…

How I love the gentle reflection
of me [in you]

You are the oblique mirror in which
I am recognized
and transformed.

I once lay beside you as clay, and as clay from the Earth
we gre…