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Kristeen posted an update in the studio Competition: There is something to be said about a flame of red. […]

Sat, 18 Apr 2026 13:34:40 +0000

There is something to be said about a flame of red. The yellow and blue.

Red likes to dance and singing songs of old. Come jump. Go before it all burns down.

It does not compare to summer sunshine yellow. The gold stays heavy on my heart. Dare I say it keeps me from falling apart.

Blue nothing said its true. Hotter, brighter, piercing.

Kristeen posted an update: An ending or a beginning. Its what between that […]

Fri, 17 Apr 2026 00:30:23 +0000

An ending or a beginning. Its what between that really matters. I walked into a house and saw my Dad’s old boots. Not his boots but they looked the same.

Kristeen posted an update in the studio Competition: 2 am again. Soft golden light streaming lazily across […]

Tue, 14 Apr 2026 08:01:52 +0000

2 am again. Soft golden light streaming lazily across the room gently planting kisses between the shadows. highlights to curve and slope of the forehead, random hairs spun gold, nose, cheek, and lips. Slightly parted lips that once were insistant on finding mine with mint and spring flower luster. Now they spew a sound that could only be a…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio Competition: Sleep. It eludes me, running cycles in my mind of […]

Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:22:10 +0000

Sleep. It eludes me, running cycles in my mind of past days.

All or nothing.

Sleep. Dreams manage reality, compartmentalize the trauma into boxes fragments of time too much to bear alone.

Reorganize the structure.

Kristeen posted an update in the studio Competition: Weary from the day and tired from the walk. I think […]

Sun, 12 Apr 2026 05:14:53 +0000

Weary from the day and tired from the walk. I think okay I’ll just get some take away and we can talk. had my foot supporting the door. The slight incline requested more, this was not my friend i lamented again. I struggled to get out…Determined to make one trip. Drink under one arm, the other in a hand, the bag and purse thats more…

Kristeen posted an update: Weave the wind the locks of love, hair in knots and […]

Sat, 11 Apr 2026 18:58:59 +0000

Weave the wind the locks of love, hair in knots and clearing skies above.

From here we pray for intercession, Mary Mother so fair, untie these knots that bound me from you my precious, independent child.

Children rarely choose a path that parents project out the “you could, he did, isnt that grand?”

Really my love for you just wants to…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Remember purpose Understanding Nothing Before the […]

Thu, 09 Apr 2026 09:45:19 +0000

Remember purpose

Understanding

Nothing

Before the western sunset

After the summer sprinkles

Clearly

Kindness

Touched by effervescent love

Over every mountain

MOUNTAIN

Eagles lift and fly you home!

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: I stepped up the wide gap from ground to the porch […]

Wed, 08 Apr 2026 23:59:32 +0000

I stepped up the wide gap from ground to the porch landing. The stair was broken in half with one screw keeping one side from completely being removed from the structure. The boards now wrapping in the sun and moisture. Your not here to tke care of them. The paint is chipping and the drain spouts need cleaned out. The tree in the front and the…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Walking step for step the pattern forms as we trail […]

Wed, 08 Apr 2026 04:24:41 +0000

Walking step for step the pattern forms as we trail along, when the water forms tear drops falling from the sky. Softly landing on cheeks turned red from anguish, pain was fully displayed, the rip in time, the human size hole left within the mind.

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: I will say, I didn't come to follow, but I would rather […]

Tue, 07 Apr 2026 02:59:03 +0000

I will say, I didn’t come to follow, but I would rather not lead. Chances are if you walk next to me, you should be fore warned, I like to smell the flowers all along the way. Bumble bees fascinate me and I may hang out with them for a while. If you are impatient, you may go on and leave me, I’ll offer you a smile. I doubt I will catch up, I am…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Vulnerability, the revealing and exposing the raw […]

Sun, 05 Apr 2026 08:26:31 +0000

Vulnerability, the revealing and exposing the raw emotions of passion; that is presented within the practice of a craft.

A craft presented among peers. The crowd of gathered crows ready to pick at my eyes and a still beating heart. Will they be supportive or rejecting? Bring them to tears with joy or pain. Unfolding the fear within the soul,…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: The bluster push of wind, shouting the rage of […]

Sat, 04 Apr 2026 07:41:07 +0000

The bluster push of wind, shouting the rage of prairie winter. Daggers of mini ice crystals slicing into exposed skin.

Storms will pass. Duck your head and push on through. Mind your footing, protect your eyes.

Blue sky’s are just over the next rise.

🌬

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Sherbet skyInvoke on mass joy, love, peaceOn this day […]

Fri, 03 Apr 2026 10:43:10 +0000

Sherbet sky

Invoke on mass joy, love, peace

On this day of grace

provided 2000 years ago by our Jesus sacrifice for all

life is short

Eternity is long

this is goodnight

die to your sin

for our sins

wake up in 3 days to a new life vibrant with joy, love, and peace

Sherbet sky

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Our pockets have rare treasures... the story of our […]

Thu, 02 Apr 2026 08:11:21 +0000

Our pockets have rare treasures… the story of our day unfolds…

When we are kids, Rocks become gems, treasure abounds, scribbling transforms to notes with friends, music is our own heart song, and Frogs are just frogs.

When we are teens, gems have made there way to fingers and no long there in, pens become soul transportation, heart songs…

Kristeen posted an update in the studio The NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival: Do birthdays end when we die? If someone still remembers […]

Wed, 01 Apr 2026 13:35:04 +0000

Do birthdays end when we die?

If someone still remembers and a song brings a flood to the eyes?

When the picture, above the mantle, yet thrusts the piercing rods of memories through the heart, I think then birthdays still count.

Happy Birthday Mom.

Kristeen posted a new activity comment

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 10:13:53 +0000

*His. (Not it)… SIDS: sudden infant death syndrome.

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Time stops with the shock of news. A death of a soul so new to this world. A tiny baby’s hand. A tiny baby foot without hardness or caloused with age. Neither will find themselves […]

Kristeen posted a new activity comment

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 10:11:06 +0000

@Cipher_O my nieces baby died. The funeral was Saturday. Its very tragic.

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Time stops with the shock of news. A death of a soul so new to this world. A tiny baby’s hand. A tiny baby foot without hardness or caloused with age. Neither will find themselves […]

Kristeen posted a new activity comment

Sun, 22 Mar 2026 12:26:36 +0000

Waves, of blue, lure a person into the picture, and the foreboding of what is beyond. Near to far. The horizon speaks of the dark madness electrified into blinding illumination.

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I.You.We

Once we make the selection-we

auto/mechanically emphasize the

other side, this being a duality based

reality, this being a matrix of

seeing – Sent adrift in these rhyme

shifts, […]

Kristeen posted an update: Time stops with the shock of news. A death of a soul so […]

Wed, 18 Mar 2026 14:50:34 +0000

Time stops with the shock of news. A death of a soul so new to this world. A tiny baby’s hand. A tiny baby foot without hardness or caloused with age. Neither will find themselves connected to an old man. Neither will make a journey to see the sights beyond the childhood fence. Why, what, how, the questions without answers. Not my child born…

Kristeen posted a new activity comment

Wed, 18 Mar 2026 11:44:34 +0000

@Cipher_O to crZy town.

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Joy is fleeting.

My heart ever beating to the rhythm that makes love light grow.

Sorrow pours through open doors. Drowning in the pool of loved gaze.

Joy, come home soon.

Kristeen posted an update: Joy is fleeting.My heart ever beating to the rhythm […]

Tue, 17 Mar 2026 03:36:13 +0000

Joy is fleeting.

My heart ever beating to the rhythm that makes love light grow.

Sorrow pours through open doors. Drowning in the pool of loved gaze.

Joy, come home soon.

Kristeen posted an update: @Cipher The storm swept. Furious wind. A curtain of […]

Fri, 23 May 2025 05:10:53 +0000

@Cipher

The storm swept. Furious wind. A curtain of rain, hail, lightening. Power washing the grass and sage. Quick running streams chased the car, catching and splattering droplets 💦