Kristi Brooks : Writing

Fires

Fires

A Story by Kristi Brooks


I've been working more and more in the experimental format.
The Dead...

The Dead...

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


The Dead I Keep in a Box At home I keep the dead in a box. It’s more of a purse really, an antique of my grandmother’s, filled fun..
Glass

Glass

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


Glass Bottles Wind echoes across the hollow. It makes an odd humming sound, long forgotten or misplaced chords, like someone blowing across a..
Midnight Phone

Midnight Phone

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


Every family has one.
Tenth and MacArthur

Tenth and MacArthur

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


10th & MacArthur Crackling neon calls, flashing its constant message Live Nu e Girls. (the d has burned out) Above this neon girls dan..
16

16

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


Sixteen When I got back from Oregon there was no hiding from the twin blue stripes on the EPT. It was a line tying him to me, me to him. I deci..
Reflect

Reflect

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


Mirrors have always intrigued me.
Yellow Brick Road Trip

Yellow Brick Road Trip

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


Not really sure...
3 a.m.

3 a.m.

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


My life in high school
Heinz 57

Heinz 57

A Poem by Kristi Brooks


A look at the oddity that is American culture in all its glory.