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VOICE: What Will You Spread Today?

Have you ever noticed how strange / the human voice is? / Be it spoken, written / or drawn— / rendered as any medium meant / to car…
open the door, and the light will come flooding in by Kristin Reynolds Sugar Spice and Steel Toed Boots by Kristin Reynolds like starlight dividing my heart, from the moment I know I'm alive by Kristin Reynolds

Alone words; and warm sunlight shining, through t…

I. / Can you feel the alone words? / Blowing through, like fiberglass stretching / moments into long stale tears, of forgotten, / all too r…

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…
the soft and sultry white lady crocus by Kristin Reynolds Rock and Roll Purple Crocus  by Kristin Reynolds

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…
Self Portrait by Kristin Reynolds I am like a small bird, holding heaven in my eyes by Kristin Reynolds broken down, you don't understand by Kristin Reynolds

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

There is an earth attached to my feet

Even when / I lift them up, / there are still invisible roots— / like gum on a shoe / on a day when the sun / is most high / like diamond …

making love in the sky while the party spins on b…

I mix drinks on the roof / (there’s a party going on / below) / but here I am / all alone with the stars / for a hat, / and my heart / in …

Growing love in the darkest dark

In the dark / there is / only / You / sitting / inside a room / inside / an even darker, / room. / A ruby grows / between cracks in the mou…

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…

My bags are packed and filled with flowers: which…

You are a remarkable journey / to the center of the earth, / through the black-hole moon / and out / through the needle’s eye— / if y…
Earth Angel   by Kristin Reynolds

Moonlight Sonata in the palm of a Poet’s hand

It’s no accident / that light comes through / like mosaics of windowless panes: / from Sunday hats and prayer bowls— / to screaming in a …
little gods by Kristin Reynolds The Wheel by Kristin Reynolds

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…

l’alimentation de ma lune avec l’amour

Stalk me where I sleep. / Plant pearl white roses / at a crown of stone; / catch me before dark / in little white lies / while ravens peck …

Sandalwood, Frankincense Shoes

My shoes are on dreams of feet / heading in different directions. / Each one / pausing / in mystic doorways / of scented Myrrh oil / cu…

Karma’s a bitch: love comes whether you see it or…

Feed me to the lions— / God knows I / would do the same / for you. / If not you, / than who, my love? / Who better than to gift me / a de…
Baby by Kristin Reynolds Being Born  by Kristin Reynolds There are other worlds than these by Kristin Reynolds the most beautiful thing about looking, is finally being able to see by Kristin Reynolds

Storm Eye

I am always / trying / to picture it: / this self-body all / alone / within all of the other / self-bodies / empty; / tired; / alone / in…
hidden 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 /…

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 …

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…

LOVE LETTERS; AND THE SHEER HANDS OF POETS

I lost a poem once, / it was marked: / RETURN TO SENDER; / a lily of the valley / graced its stamp, / scented and ready / for deep. / The l…

Nocturnal Lovers

You are right there— / but not really there at all / like the scent of April sunlight / playing notes upon your hair / back in the days / …

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…
Tunnel of Ice and Glass by Kristin Reynolds

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…

A Pocket Full of Miracles

There are few alive; / it’s true. / You can blow your whistles / all you wish, / but they are still / all dead. / Done. / Drifting i…
divine inspiration by Kristin Reynolds

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…
one by Kristin Reynolds the secret lies in the living; and the gift in the breaking again by Kristin Reynolds

What lies beneath the map inscribed in the soles …

Nations buckle under my feet— / my fool head in the clouds rolling by; / trying to count too many voices / when there are / too many…

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…

Addendum to poem 6 of The Alchemy Series: Black B…

The water brings the bear; / the Bear whispers to the salmon; / the salmon swims through me. / Today he spoke no words / of the garden— /…

Poem 10 of the Alchemy Series: Mind your head (an…

Before the moon breaks like an egg / on your hollow / of waxing man’s cheek, / mind your head / on the cuneiform door— / the frame / that …

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…

Letting love find another way home (Written for t…

The doors in my eyes / could never hold you— / you were born / the minute / you flew. / I will / my chains / to not follow / what the …

Poem 8 of The Alchemy Series: Swirling my palm ov…

There is a movement / that can teach / even a blind man to see; / carry the wicked / to water; / marry the heaven and hell of this world /…

Poem 7 of The Alchemy Series: Don’t look at me, I…

You know those people who make sure to tell you— / the writer of life’s beautiful sewage and its repugnant cherries on top— / “I don’t want…
Requiem for a Dream 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…

Child with skin made of stars

We are not lost—one / within the other, / our lines are their own, / hung / from side by side stars, riding / a sky made of earth / whisp…
Child with skin made of stars  by Kristin Reynolds

Poem 5 in The Alchemy Series: HOPE

Why is it / when I look at you / you frown, / expecting the worst? / Why not dance / between my eyes / instead?— / holding the face…

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…

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…

Poem 3 of The Alchemy Series:The Meaning of Life …

Who are we? Where are we? Why are we here? / Discuss. / I. / Back up; / in full reverse. / If you fall and nothing catches you / but the wi…
Eternity by Kristin Reynolds

When You Were Born

The moment that my eyes laid claim / to every atom that makes you / beheld upon your ancient face— / each pore, each crease, each shining t…

Poem 2 of The Alchemy Series: Holding up Worlds

It is no wonder / you carry the weight of the world / on your back— / if the sky were falling, / you’d raise up your arms / to hold it, to…

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 /…

Mind Birds

My tongue / is alive / with garden, / climbing the walls / of my mouth, / feeding my mind / with lavender blooms, / twining my feet / to…

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 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…

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…
laying my body down by Kristin Reynolds

The unspoken language of Poets

People speak many languages, / languages spoken by other people, / from other lands where / the other people speak / the same words, / in …

Fuck that Ear!

A Vermont man, a grunt man, / a hard working man: / work boots, flannel coat, wool hat— / a real Vermont lumberjack special; / pack’a smok…
Shadows of My Self by Kristin Reynolds

Orbiting Space and Coffee Cup Rings

My Grandmother / hummed songs / to no-one— / to darkness, / to anyone / while circling / the rim of her coffee cup / with three crooked /…
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