Krystal M Thompson

Joined June 2021

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Dear James
SPC James A. Maestas HSC 244th EN BN (H) 1 APO AE 09302 Yes, I think that’s how it started; I’d made him promise, before we parted,
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Poets
Walt
The world, vast Alone, explore Consider a career
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Poets
Coda
Death comes as the end I read it once in an Agatha Christie mystery All our stories end in death Death is the last thing, the signature on the painting, the cadenza that finishes the sonata
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Poets
Love Poem
I’ve always said that poetry is the essence of feeling, And since love is what we call the strongest feeling, I’ve always wanted to write a love poem.
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Poets
"Marigolds"
Rio shuffled the stack of beverage napkins on top of the piano. “Piano Man,” the first one said. Creative, Rio thought, though he didn’t roll his eyes because customers were watching. Someone would complain if he made faces, whether he played their song requests or not.
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
One of the Boys
“Mom, I want all my friends at my party!” Mayim knew she was raising her voice, which wouldn’t help her case, but moms were so frustrating. “Not just my friends who are girls.” She didn’t add that she only had one friend who was a girl, or that she didn’t really get along with the girls in her class.
By Krystal M Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
Roll Out the Barrel
Matty sets her palm on the door to the barn. Her stomach is full of rocks. Big rocks. There are five or six of them at least, and each one is the size of her fist.
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Friends Forever
Childhood friends You, like my big brother: Just like in a storybook, we grew up As family And wanted More. I loved foot races because I was the fastest,
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Poets
Blues
Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Poets
Storm
What does it feel like when I dance? Lightning races across A sky that seemed dark, even; Traces the shapes Of darkened clouds,
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Families
Golden Impermanence
Atomic symbol: Au. From the Latin Aurum. Atomic number 79, atomic mass 196.966569 daltons, transition metal, solid under standard laboratory conditions. Pure gold: bright, slightly reddish yellow, malleable, ductile. 79 protons.
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Feathered Hope
First quarter, waxing gibbous, full moon. Lady Luna watches from the sky as she always has. The phases are only perceived from the planet, of course. A person standing on the Moon sees the same phases, in reverse order, on the glowing blue planet below.
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Fiction