Rhythm & Bones

Rhythm & Bones

April 20, 2019

Monday Night Prayer

by Kristin Ryan

Through the streets
her head swirls
black thoughts:
a ruptured throat,
the bottom
of a riverbed.

She smells like partially
digested lettuce,
black coffee, bile.

She slips into the chapel,
last seat, last row.

Years later, she wakes up...

April 20, 2019

Dandelion Seeds

by Kristin Ryan

Everything was sharp.
Colors and sounds,
jutting of bone through
the tug of chaos in her chest.

Everything was falling.
Hair from her scalp,
bruised knee caps in front of toilets,
apple and blood into the bowl.

Everything was heavy.
Shadows...

April 20, 2019

Nest 

by Kristin Ryan

I never asked, why. I never snarled, how could you.

Here’s what I did say as wasps gathered in the distance:

I must have done something wrong.

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Kristin Ryan is a poet working towards healing, and full...

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