I'm a poet, journalist, and novelist, but my friends call me a starving artist. I've been writing for twenty years and have no plans to stop. Reach out with questions, comments, or suggestions: I'm always listening.
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The lavender veins laced across your closed eyelids. My fingerprints hardly brushed them as they danced across before settling on your red-velvet cheek.
By Kait Thursday4 months ago in Fiction
I once again put pen to paper and shout across that dark middle-distance which I fear no longer. The house is tidy most days and
By Kait Thursday5 months ago in Poets
Sonder: when the night eavesdrops upon the Idioglossia spoken between breath and body. “Listen!” Cries my limbs, as they stagger uphill.
By Kait Thursdayabout a year ago in Poets
Hard goes the way on a path made of loss, of feel and look then numb and dark. A cave with gold, here a ruby, here a ring and
By Kait Thursday2 years ago in Poets
Distance in eyes, Ice in touch. Seeing motion in the periphery, Trapping static in the gooseflesh, Reaching for the pull chain as the light fades.
By Kait Thursday3 years ago in Poets
Lying wakeful, facing eastwards. Over decayed streets, caving under, past the lunar reflections on frigid waters, through barren desert with vampiric sands,
When there was water for weeping, and breath for screaming, and feet for leaving, and love for losing, “So long ago,” the voice whispers ghostly
Wine-dark, so you drank, your drunken lungs heaving as the sea took its toll.
Giving away, flinging out at a remarkable pace. Hinting at a misdeed, hearing of a crime. Too many things to keep, so many things to stay.
A robot heard me singing and asked if I was okay. Emerald green glass was smooth and soothing to the nerves but detrimental to the creative process.
Blank, so that there was nothing, nothing, nothing. Only a pencil for scribbling. An arrow shot through a globe to summon adventure,
"The storms flooded the narrow streets. Cobblestones became spillways. Villagers slid, then drowned. Buildings slid from cliffsides.
By Kait Thursday3 years ago in Fiction
