Kaitlyn Stone : Writing

Heartwood

Heartwood

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


my roots were frailspreading slowly in the soilI grewyoung men gazed at methey could use my skinto make fire at nightthey mightchop medownanddecorate ..
A Land of Waste

A Land of Waste

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper. ~ T.S. Eliota portrait of plasticbottle caps and broken shardscaged inside the bones of s..
The man at the bottom of the glass

The man at the bottom of the glass

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


in a slur of sadness words stumbled from your lipslike drunken demons from the dark abyss you wished to drop down into ..
Pheonix

Pheonix

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


I can feel your heart beat beneath the skinof my palm, as you slide into slumber drifting into dreamswhile your warmth lights me on fire ..
22nd Birthday: On Bartram's Trail

22nd Birthday: On Bartram's Trail

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


I was born a mountain pushed up and out onto the surface of the earth reaching for the light wrapping me with warmth and found fog rain, streams..
Between a breath and a wound

Between a breath and a wound

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


I am caughtbetween a breath and a woundboth showing meIam alivein different waysI breathe inI bleed outI take gulps of airto fill myself withthe remin..
At 3,000 feet

At 3,000 feet

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


when the cold breath raises the temperature of color you can hear the crunch of gold leaves under your ..
Ears pressed to the ground

Ears pressed to the ground

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


we heard faint criesand mumbled voices from belowthe hardwood floorbarely half an hour priorwe were sewing patchesto make quiltsfor our Barbiesand stu..
A kernel is hidden in you

A kernel is hidden in you

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


"In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of t..
3 a.m. - Peeling an Orange

3 a.m. - Peeling an Orange

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stone


time doesn't just hit you like the wavesof the view changing as you drive by the shifting scenes going eighty miles per houron the highway, but in the..

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