Tag Archives: #pain

Tall Dreams, Part One

Posted on March 6, 2022 by kristianw84

Karmen sat at the table, nursing her cocktail as she sat across from her friend, Cee. She couldn’t help but notice the couple sitting at the adjacent table. They were nestled into their booths across from each other. The space … Continue reading →

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Dull Edges

Posted on February 21, 2022 by kristianw84

You’re asking me what I want for dinnerand I’m telling you how I never feel like I’m good enough You’re handing me a paper from the doctorand I’m handing you the poems I wrote when I was twenty-one and believed … Continue reading →

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Where Do I Go From Here?

Posted on July 24, 2020 by kristianw84

It’s not the darkness that haunts me nor is it the fear of the unknown It is this feeling of being lost the wandering the now that I don’t like.   I am deep in the woods and the branches … Continue reading →

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Searching

Posted on April 9, 2020 by kristianw84

i am always searching high, low, left, right, across, and between, as though my eyes are begging for something new to carry them away. should I drink this whiskey and feel the world or should I leave it alone and … Continue reading →

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Puppet Master

Posted on January 31, 2020 by kristianw84

You are master and I your puppet you pull those strings to get what you covet   Walk barefoot on my back and expect me to lie still move those strings forward so I’ll bend to your will   Now … Continue reading →

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everything remains the same

Posted on January 15, 2020 by kristianw84

i lift my skirt up to my knees walk through the field of sunflowers barefoot and laughing   you see i’ve learned to count my blessings – to stop and smell the flowers and feel the sun shine upon my … Continue reading →

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The Perfectly Imperfect

Posted on September 29, 2019 by kristianw84

When I find myself in times of darkness when the weight of the world becomes too much to bear— and I’m left feeling disheartened by humanity— I remind myself of the beauty I find in the imperfect I truly believe … Continue reading →

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