Some days I do not just feel sorrow Some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky That threatens spitting snow I am
Category: Poetry
#tbt Loss is an Ocean
I stand on the shore of an ocean named loss where my eyes are always drawn to the horizon scanning encroaching fog for the outlines
Bah, Humbug
This was written in December of 2016, in the middle of an epic bout of depression. As you might imagine, I couldn’t quite get my
GI Distress
Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
By Kindra M. Austin definitely you. Don’t be stoopid. It’s not me— 1. Shush, now. I know…
Looking for the Perfect Last Minute Gift?Titles from Sudden Denouement Publishing Are Always the Right Fit
Originally posted on A Global Divergent Literary Collective:
Blossom and Bone by Nicole Lyons In Blossom and Bone, Nicole Lyons’ third collection of poetry, she…
Never Know
Originally posted on A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave:
She stood at the door One hand on the knob The other on a suitcase Empty…
Young Wolf
For Peter, who is gravely ill in ICU with viral meningitis. I am holding you in the light, my old friend. politics sunk our adult
Book Review: Kindra M. Austin’s Twelve, by Mariah Voutilainen
Originally posted on INDIE BLU(E):
Kindra Austin’s Twelve continues where Constant Muses left off, rich and intense. By Mariah Voutilainen After having read Constant…
# tbt Nautilus
I travel spiral path bare feet sinking deep into soft sand circles twisting ever tighter as I navigate this nautilus walls curved and translucent smooth
