Good riddance to bad rubbish. Poetry — He grew undesirable But she couldn’t discard him Instead, he’s crammed inside a suitcase Tossed into the car’s trunk Headed for the airport Tagged, stacked he’s abandoned at departures She never looks back His home is a lost and found examined yet unclaimed No one desires the muse His ideas are dry and overused Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.

Micropoem. — “Talk to me, please, please!” Prayers to a black phone screen… Unheard Unforgiven Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond. Thank you for reading.

She daydreams in bed, manifesting you — Beneath cotton blankets her mind is restless watching a dull sunrise sprinkle through the window She daydreams in bed manifesting you to caress herself to It doesn’t work You never come Instead, her lights flicker unseen footsteps creak across the floor Even a white orb captured on camera…

Kirsten’s interview with Gobblers & Masticadores — I recently did an interview with Masticadores that you can read in its entirety here. Big thank you to Masticadores and Manuela Timofte for their kindness and interest. Excerpt: Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language had power? When I was five, I received a bright red hardcover diary with a gold lock on the front accompanied by two…

At peace. Haiku. — calm heart and mind find in the vastness of the sky a peaceful solace Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.

Everything is. Poetry. — Yay! Another birthday, holiday, whatever. Everything is… Sparkling Fresh Neat As if yesterday’s darkness never existed So much glee! It’s temporary. Everything is temporary. Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things.

Focus. Create. Kelly Lune. — whispered pencil strokes notebook speaks imagination Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.

Change or Endure. Poetry. — It struck him like a thousand fists Awareness of hopes and dreams wished chased by negativity breathing behind tripping and trapping him inside failure constructed by his mind only he could crack Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things.

Ride the flow. Haiku. — words come suddenly handwrite, type, keep flow going finish the story Kirsten is a mom and wife living in the United States. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice and survived a hurricane. When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, yoga, photography, and peculiar things. Her blog, Ghost Human Bones, offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond.