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PTSD in the Morning

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

Getting in the shower is the hardest part(too many voices to steer around in the hall)even when a baptism is just what I need.My daughter’s unwa..

Robot 5.0

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

restless stirring fingers tap in time with hot flash surges frantically refreshing the page like tiny manic New Year’s resolutions kee..

Under the Charleston Sun

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

My fruit is anything but strangeIt is a default, ‘flesh-colored’ meat, with primly folded handsIt sprouts a pale flower on a nightshade vi..

Use What We Have, Says Didion

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

I have my mother’s fur coat, its shield against the cold fire of eyes, a sable stare in regret I have the jolt of my daughter’s scre..

Let It Play

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

My son’s record player skips years off my life, drowning port holes in my summer mouth He lays Playboys, like Spring, on ..

Recompense

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

Set me adrift. Watch the crackled paint of my fledgling gunwale lurch from side to side, bobbing like a nervous buoy, my hull blinking its un..

Poison DNA and English Ivy (on Hedera Helix)

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

In venerated halls, you spill yourself over stone - drape fences, frame shuttered eyes, reach steeples alive with swinging bells. We in..

Root Gathering

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

Fallen twigs from last season Pile beside the firepit Leaves crumble under my Winter boots I spy the old chair I won at an antique mall ..

Harvest of Solitude

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

Stray seeds skitter under doorframes,plant themselves between synapticcracks. Parched gravel bleeds yellow-greenpeople-sized flowering doubt, balloons..

What We Borrow

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison

What can we keepWhat things will keepWhat will keep usWhat can I learn from this soilFrom these souls that lie in the groundWe inhale the smoke, exhal..