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Continue reading →: Who Do You Call?There are things people don’t talk about in grief Things, that when your eyes are tear-soaked and swollen in the early days, are not even a consideration Like who your valentine will be next year- Or who you’ll call when you see a pretty sunset Or who your emergency contact…
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Continue reading →: ElizabethShe is fire & ice She is storm clouds that boom i love you’s as they water a drought caused by someone else She is warm sandy dunes that dip and rise like soft sighs on a cloudy night She is built of wild nights and quiet empathy A contradiction…
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Continue reading →: Adenomyosis & MeThis post is a bit different from my usual poetic storytelling and heartfelt commentary but I wanted to share my daily experience and why I’ve been so absent lately I have adenomyosis. It is a chronic reproductive illness that is caused by tissue growing inside the uterine muscle. This causes,…
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Continue reading →: Stay InsideExcerpt from The Sun That Shines Forever There are pieces of you in everything I do and I see you everywhere I go. You are in the picture frames hanging on my office wall and the shelves I built that line them. You are in the decor sitting upon them…
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Continue reading →: Friends in Pretty PlacesI haven’t sat down to write in a while because life has been busy and I forgot to stop and feel. Yeah- that’s a bit of a task some days But I made a friend recently that allows me a place to talk about things that I don’t often have…
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Continue reading →: Me & The Normal GirlsI think most girls dreamt of being a bride Or a ballerina Or a doctor Or an astronaut But I dreamt that I could be a bird. I always found myself fascinated by their wings. And by their sing-song voices as they called out to one another But mostly, I…
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Continue reading →: Poets & PainI don’t think poetry is pain-I think poetry is depth. I often felt strange and different from those around me because I feel every emotion deeply and they’re always in extremes. Sadness is not simply, sad. Sadness is a drought. Despite the water that leaks from my eyes, my heart…
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Continue reading →: We Are All Jane DoeIt’s hard to ignore it when it’s everywhere. But the first time a man tried to rape me, I was twelve. I had been skipping down the sidewalk outside a restaurant where I had just eaten breakfast with my family. He had dragged me down the alley behind the building.…
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Continue reading →: A Song Once SungOne thing I love about my mind is the way it naturally seems to reach out and back to me- It seems to return a melody. Like a younger, newer version of myself played a tune that reverberated for what feels like a century. And sometime later, the tune catches…
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Continue reading →: Museum Full Of ArtThe most common question I get asked from strangers on the street is- “do your tattoos mean anything?“ I always say yes- because they do. Each one has one, if not, many meanings. But if I were to describe them all in one sentence, it would be- “They are a…
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I’m Keirstin
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My writing lives somewhere between heartbreak and hope, darkness and light, and the beautiful mess of being human. I write for the girl I once was, the woman I have become, and anyone who has ever needed a story to remind them that there is still something beautiful waiting on the other side of what they’ve survived.
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