Kristen Balyeat

Joined January 2023

173 stories

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Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.

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I recommend a moment to linger with this song before beginning the poem. when my body wilts from this existence i will return
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Dear Cottage Cheese… I hate you. . Top Story - July 2023.
Dear (well, I wouldn't even go that far) Cottage Cheese, You are a disgrace to your name. I love cottages and cheese, but somehow BOTH you’ve managed to completely defame.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
here for it
i will not hold you to who you once were i will be here for time to make you new over and over a home for your soul
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
yum love
leaf of my tea fizz of my soda bean of my java coke of my cola plum of my tart pb to my j milk for my oreo ice to my cake
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
dear favorite Tree, . Top Story - December 2023.
dear favorite Tree, we are both written into the memoir of time– although i’m a flicker in the span of your life, your existence and mine are intertwined.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
r e l e a s e . Top Story - June 2023.
h e a v i n e s s embedded d e e p into my b o n e s i t s presence went u n n o t i c e d until I s t a r e d
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Silver is the New Black
“I’m going to stop coloring my hair,” my friend Hannah abruptly informed me as we chatted over lunch and a cup of tea. She came over to hang out and hold my newborn so I could use two hands to eat the meal she so generously prepared for me.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Viva
held captive
Disconnected from life in this moment, lost Inside our own mind– Severing our connection to the present, Transforming our head into a prison that binds.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Deer | Yellowstone National Park
The air felt different lending to a cautious step as her hooves turned up fresh earth. She grazed, but her ears stood at attention, twitching with every sound, expecting something. What? She wasn't sure. The energy was new, yet familiar.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
Wolf | Yellowstone National Park
Drowsy, he rises in a wide-open expanse with no recollection of how he arrived here. Shaking his body to clear grogginess, his claws dig into wild dirt. Energy of this new wilderness changes his matter as the spirits of his ancestors celebrate his return. Fresh earth fills his nostrils, kindling a visceral, primitive hunger– for exploration and marrow.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction
deep within. Top Story - May 2023.
it takes such c o u r a g e to j o u r n e y deep w i t h i n to s t a r e d i r e c t l y into the p a r t s
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
October 1873
"You’re rowing in this weather?" Samuel asked. “Aye, I want to sleep in my bed.” Captain Dick answered, tossing coins on the bar as he imbibed the final sip of whiskey from his glass. “Don't think they're ready for me up yonder anyway."
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Fiction