PinnedKristin J. LeonardinThe Story HallWhen you’re going through HellDrive fast faster than you think is possible in your dented Kia Rio and don’t be surprised when the engine pushes on without…May 5, 20201May 5, 20201
PinnedKristin J. LeonardiniPoetryThe Steps of PainPain is the afternoon I sliced my index finger chopping onions with the thick edge of that serrated steak knife reserved for Sunday…Mar 71Mar 71
PinnedKristin J. LeonardiniPoetryWhere Did the Tears Go?With lashes moist, and diaper sagging, He blinks.Feb 91Feb 91
Kristin J. LeonardinLit UpIf I Was a TreeI would live on the bank of the Sebasticook River and stretch my roots deep into the underlayer of soil and sediment, hidden from the…Apr 222Apr 222
Kristin J. LeonardinLit UpThe Phantom YouSometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I swear your leg is pressed against mine, And I can feel you breathe, in and out.Apr 11Apr 11
Kristin J. LeonardinLit UpThe Old OakThere is something to be said for the reliability of the Oak as he holds tight to his rugged pedestal of kingly elevation in a rugged…Mar 25Mar 25
