Month: January 2016

I wish them cramps. I wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. I wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. I wish them one week late. later I wish them hot flashes and clots like you wouldn’t believe. let the flashes come when they meet […]

*In every one of these haunting and hungry poems, Howell draws a map for how to enter the heat and dew of the human being, naked and facing the natural world, desperate to feel. I did not realize while reading Render how deeply I was handing everything over. *My responsibility as a poet, as an […]

Stop running my pinky toe over on my office chair kick it, kick the closet door and feel better play more old school rap – and write to the beat go on a writer’s retreat stop browsing Netflix, twitter, Pinterest and write laugh really hard and loud Take long deep breaths and smell the world […]

My one wing friend, it was not I but the wind. From the mighty trees, you rumbled. My heart has pieces that are no longer here. You must be insane if you dare to keep flying. I hear you singing, and flapping about. Say it a little more I love you. Cry if you must, with […]

Pressing elasticity, stripping threads, Gently shaping wet paint, I came up short. Then I learn to stretch out shiny tin cans, crush them for recycling. And don’t let anyone, not even me Define You. ♥ VisionarieKindness©2016

I am happy to share my first chapbook in Poetry. In writing this chapbook, I am blessed to know so many wonderful people who have their given support as I create this work of art. Seventh Fire is now available online through, Google Play, Amazon, Apple iBooks- Look for Seventh Fire under Krissy Mosley – […]