Kristen Haveman

Joined April 2021

32 stories

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A dabbler, a story teller.

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Crave
Your Vulgar Thoughts and words Morsels like bread crumbs Craved
By Kristen Haveman2 years ago in Poets
Megacosm
I am nobody A speck in a field of drops A part of the whole
By Kristen Haveman2 years ago in Poets
Cage
Inessential skin Drooping from frail frame of bone Weak cage for trapped souls
By Kristen Haveman2 years ago in Poets
Fears
I'm afraid of the dark, When the night gets quiet. I'm afraid of the drop, When the peak is reached. I worry about wealth,
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets
A Picture's Worth
A thousand words Of a half truth Lighting, angle, composition Crafted Chosen Tales told By craft and bias A moment in time
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets
From Senses to Memories
Touch — With butterfly kisses And whispers of breath Sting of a slap The heat from within Hear — Your name on my lips
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets
Arise
I don’t remember, when the moss begin to grow I awoke, I stretched And the muscles did not go I do recall, Holding very still
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets
Unmei
Chekhov's gun. Nestled in my dad’s bottom drawer, Poorly hidden. I know the moments in my life are not literary devices, but it’s there. I can feel it, expectant. The hush before the boom, the yawn before sleep. But where to aim? At me or the ones who built me?
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction
Priorities
Madison found a lump, and suddenly it was two. One in her breast followed by one in her throat. She probed at her flesh with trembling fingers, forgetting the steamy shower. Dismissing work deadlines that had badgered her thoughts just seconds ago.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction
Priorities
Madison found a lump, and suddenly it was two. One in her breast, followed by one in her throat. She probed at her flesh with trembling fingers, forgetting the steamy shower. Dismissing work deadlines that had badgered her thoughts just seconds ago.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Fiction
Signals
Were there words in the spaces? Smoke signals sent from a Player’s Light. Drifting, Swirling, Before dissipating. And inhaled whole
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets
Arrival
A flush rises red, From toes to cheeks, roses spread. A parting from self, into waves of warmth, washing, cresting, casting free from dread.
By Kristen Haveman3 years ago in Poets