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Alice in Black and White by Kristin Reynolds

Dear God, make me a bird

How very rarely one looks up. / Each timed step, / weaving feet to ground, / looking down— / to earth, and rock and boards / of life— / th…
I am like a small bird, holding heaven in my eyes by Kristin Reynolds

Circumnavigation

It was dark when the light came / like a memory / like a firefly / like a nerve— / like the last of the fallen angels; / like the most beau…

prayer of the unburdened earth of her heart

If I whisper my story to a fallen leaf / will Spring bloom upon it / like a wind / from my mouth? / And will you kiss me then; / being ab…

Poem 1 of The Alchemy Series: Eat drink and be me…

Pure love, true love, divine love / God love— / the kind that you can actually smell, like / spring sun on a garden of lilies / is /…

a new winter’s prayer through the darkest d…

There is a small voice coming through / the night like a far train / riding tracks / on the flipside world, / speaking of bells and whistl…

Poem 4 of the Alchemy series: Home in the Palm of…

All my life I have looked at myself— / as if I was a disease! A mutant cell intruding / in a sea of Meant For’s and Should Be’s; / a mistak…

quivering sunlight from the belly

There is a risk / when the music comes, / of becoming / as lost as a moment seen / within / the heart of the eyes. / The divine discovery…

Full men empty men

I. / A whimper gives hope a violent end. / I bid you, come— / like a walnut, cracked and open— / move fast towards the teeth, / like moon…

Poem 9 of the Alchemy Series: Words grow hearts l…

There is a man inside me / peeking out / from behind Adam’s ribs / at the bottom of the deepest sea, / breathing in fish / and out bubbles…

my house of wind-chiming reed bones is becoming&#…

I can finally see myself / think. / The sucker-punch to the gut / bickering, / dwindling. / The crumbling walls shudder less— / floorboard…

Lapis inside the sleeve of new moon

I found an arm and a leg in my pocket, / along with some loose bric-a-brac / and birds carved of fine china bones; / an entire lost galaxy …

CHIME

Regardless of what makes a man / tick, / there’s a clock / that awaits / his last bell— / while a shadow-man taps on his watch / wh…
they danced; and then nothing but dancing made sense anymore by Kristin Reynolds

Donum Dei

Her love is a wheel set in motion / with hands / that were never / her own. / Each spoke speaks / with regardless clear eyes / and black /…

A conversation between Poet and Man

Begging the Poet his bread, a man asks, / “How is it you write those words? / How is it you know how to string them along, / finer and more…

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…
Built to Last by Kristin Reynolds little gods by Kristin Reynolds

A Prayer to the Body of Sound

I couldn’t possibly ask more bounty. / Dreaming my life as a beggar, / my body plays harp like a fiddle, / my words smile, making love / t…
Earth Angel   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…

Confessions of a Legionnaire Poet

Why should you listen to anything I have to say? / Why believe me—who am I / but a night watchman patrolling the graveyard / in silence; / …
the notes, the body; the way light shines from the spine by Kristin Reynolds