Recent Living

The Artist

Two streets down from broken: / his eyes are / all the bread he needs; / his mind all the fire / he breathes; his hands, / but a thimble of…

The Sorted Affairs of Morning

I. / The evening settles up her debts / in vacant lots and houses—vacant / rooms like runways, filled with empty men. / 7:30 and my shoes a…
Choices by Kristin Reynolds

The romance of living the most subtle of absolute…

In the end there is only fantastic vision— / an end to diversion, and the division / of most likely scenarios. / Where have all the Baudel…
living the dream is a child in motion by Kristin Reynolds everyday she dances, simply for the sake of dancing by Kristin Reynolds

First poem after poem hiatus

I am so thirsty— / all I feel is hunger! / (this is all I get for my efforts?) / It’s been so long since I’ve written a poem / I have forgo…

The more I learn the less I know—all I know…

There is a body / lagging behind / my body— / a shore out of reach, / one world away / from the narrow perception / of bird / I have come…

WALLS

So many photos alive on my wall / of dead loved ones, / live loved ones— / ones that still think they are / living. / And there’s my…
the secret lies in the living; and the gift in the breaking again by Kristin Reynolds

Poem 6 of The Alchemy Series: The Slow Death of T…

I am trying to make sense of this dirt; / this stasis of living inside the us of us. / But how much sense can be made / when our love pock…

You think you know me but all you see are your ow…

Carry my body past the dead / hanging / from the hook in your eyes: / suck me all in— / my sun, my moon, / the silver sky fish in a s…

The Woman

See the woman. / See the face behind its age. / See the beauty of her form. / See the way her way becomes her. / See past her once taught s…

Her Gravestone Waits

Her gravestone waits in fields of gold / engraved—her name is crisp and bold! / An angel harks—her palms to sky / as if she’s pleading fort…

The Other Assassin

The Rockies can’t recall how to walk. / They tried once, / to recall, / and became All / the world. / But the winds hushed their wounds /…
If I Were an Orange, I'd Be Purple by Kristin Reynolds heart of shadow, heart of stone by Kristin Reynolds they danced; and then nothing but dancing made sense anymore by Kristin Reynolds I am growing, I am dying, I am somewhere in-between by Kristin Reynolds

blood moons and blackberry tea

My mouth is full of blood moons: / too many to count / to many to see— / feeding my baby Buddha with petrol and / “Gosh, ain’t she pr…
warm is the color of my heart... by Kristin Reynolds

if love makes the heart a puppet: so be it, all b…

Love rises, / even when you don’t want it to. / It cannot be buried, hidden, or crushed / by any shovel, shadow, or hammer. / It cannot be …
Miniature Goddess of Earth by Kristin Reynolds one trinity beyond the law by Kristin Reynolds Birth: Of a Holy Prism by Kristin Reynolds