Kristin Brecoe : Writing

Gordon Parks

Gordon Parks

A Story by Kristin Brecoe


Straight from his mother's womb,Gordon Parks expressed no life; an unfortunate stillborn. Doctors and nurses laid him aside for later burial, u..
Kristin & I

Kristin & I

A Story by Kristin Brecoe


similar to the photography & i.
The Photographer & I

The Photographer & I

A Poem by Kristin Brecoe


Imprinted in lens, I am the subject, the blur against all noise, or the fragment of light settling upon a focal point. I am the roll ..
What Have We Become?

What Have We Become?

A Poem by Kristin Brecoe


When one side of the ex-relationship feels as if they have lost someone completely.
SCARS

SCARS

A Poem by Kristin Brecoe


help from 'take me as i am' by sugarland.
Welcome

Welcome

A Poem by Kristin Brecoe


Fingers curl around the frame, The temptation I must subside, Every ounce of me is ready, Every beat is far from steady. Wisps of blond bene..
Upon Your Shoulder, Do You?

Upon Your Shoulder, Do You?

A Poem by Kristin Brecoe


An embrace too short, You arms take hold Of a body you've missed Warmed against yours. I nuzzle my head Against your shoulder, A familiar sp..
The Highway:  The Pillowbook of Leah Ryder

The Highway: The Pillowbook of Leah Ryder

A Book by Kristin Brecoe


This will be in journal/diary writing format. I will continue Leah's narrations for as long as I choose to. However, if people actually care, and le..
Labor Day 2008 (Monday)

Labor Day 2008 (Monday)

A Chapter by Kristin Brecoe


(Attic) Presented before me: Blue and gold, (a gift wrapped); a surprise. Hesitant I smile shaking the package, (no sound). I am curiou..
September 2, 2008 (Tuesday)

September 2, 2008 (Tuesday)

A Chapter by Kristin Brecoe


(AP European History) Red rays seep through, and I refuse to awake, but Mother gives me no choice; (It is morning). Groan and moan, I fumb..