Kathryn TipperReverberationOn occasion, I want to write about my childhood. Want to tear open my wounds again so that other people can stare in.Jun 1, 2018Jun 1, 2018
Kathryn TipperPrayerYou walk down to the black sand beach, the wind blows and the gulls sing.May 31, 2018May 31, 2018
Kathryn TipperRebirthThis story is a sequel to “White Scales” which can be found here. A huge thank you to my friend Erika, whose world building I pulled on to…May 30, 2018May 30, 2018
Kathryn TipperRootsHe buried me in the spring. When the soil was rich and the sky was blue. When he strangled me earlier that afternoon, I remember watching…May 27, 20181May 27, 20181
Kathryn TipperWhite ScalesMarian kneels in the surf, the rocks cutting into her knees and lets the tide wash over her. Throwing her head back and inhaling the soft…May 26, 20181May 26, 20181