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Poetry

There is a sweetness, a deep surrender that occurs for Kristina when poetry pours out of her.

In that state of creative expression there are few edits and if the poetry doesn’t flow easily from her, she puts down her pen and waits for another day, another moment of grace and she begins once again.

Poetry is Kristina’s medicine. Between her more formal and structured writings, this is where she comes to get unblocked.

The poems here are new since “Mystic Wayfarer”. And she continues to write compiling for the next book. Here is where you can read the latest.
Sitting Shiva

Sitting Shiva

Yesterday good Today tough Friends stop by Burns her out Telling them Keep it short Best friend here Laughing Crying Having fun I’m beat Can’t sleep Emotional wreck Home Monday Cross fingers Till then We reminice Telling stories Time together Time apart Letting go Loving so What a lot of work   xo   PS […]

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Whispering in the Moonlight

Whispering in the Moonlight

Whispering in the Moonlight Frozen in time She stands in the doorway Waiting, wondering Unable to contain her need Calling out “Hi Mom…” Her Mother’s eyes slit open   Even knowing the truth Of time’s unending march A breath of relief passes through her Dropping winter’s gear at the door She slips past the bedroom’s […]

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Cosmic Mother

Cosmic Mother

I haunted twilight Hopscotching through a galaxy of window panes My dreams filled with sharp corners Slinking through worlds of tortured sorrow But then… She appeared before me Filling my heart Her essence an awakening The moon’s crescent Burned through my window Celebrating a silent deafening desire I sat drenched in Her silver light Lifting […]

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Fond Memories

Fond Memories

Touching midnight They wheel her through the door Sleeping deep Skin ashen Breath shallow The veil so thin as to touch The other side Dizzy with fresh rememberings Once, twice, ten times daily calls Filled with fitful non-sense Then overflowing “I love you forever Always have and always will” Just one more week Just one […]

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612

612

  Each time the phone rings Each “612” area code Sends panic down my spine White knuckles my constant way Burning me cold as ice   Tending to life My world In my prime Ripe with possibilities The phone rings through My hands slippery as Minnesota black ice   Wrestling to pick up before voicemail […]

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Ambrosia for Her Soul

Ambrosia for Her Soul

She breathes in the fantasies Living through adventures born From her daughter’s world   Holding tight desperately seeking A life she would never know She waits by the phone Silence filling the air Having waited too long She turns away Then all at once The ring   Tentatively answering Her heart races hearing That oh […]

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