The Black Naught: Episode Two

Episode One -2- Out of Orbit/Paradise I hate the day you were born. Because Dad’s absence crushes me, too. I haven’t forgotten his voice. Low, and warm like a dram of scotch whiskey, neat. When I was a kid, I would listen to his stories and lessons for hours and hours, and I’d never grow…

The Black Naught: Episode One

-1- Birds/Bleeding Hearts I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. I was always sent to bed early the night before the big trip to Tawas, even though I was old. I’d ignore the sentinel thing—it and I…

Sister’s Silent Psychiatrist

Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/ as if/ there is nothing more than./ My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/ but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/ and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist. © 2019 Kindra M. Austin

Moon Cactus

I dreamt of you, again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I recalled every feature of your fine pale face, and the guttural tone of your voice. I could smell you; I held my breath against the scent of menthol ciggies and gin and tonic sticking to your saliva.   I spent the night…

Quotable Poe Week Five-Kindra M. Austin

IN THE BLACK   He visits the beachfront every night and shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, his tall frame stooped and shaking as the frigid tides break before him. He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost.   His heartache is a fury…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Kindra M. Austin

ETERNALLY OCTOBER   In his dreams, she dances in and out of shadow and luminescence. Her liquescent movements are reminiscent of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle, which now sits cold, useless— dead since late October.   He breathes deeply scents of sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair. He…

Quotable Poe Week Three-Kindra M. Austin

I   Tears go by as years expand from Heaven to horizon; and I scale the mountain ranges risen in consequence of your death. Jesus, or some other guardian breathes for me whilst my lungs delight in respite from high altitudes.   II   In this, the winter of my youth, stillness settles deep into…

Quotable Poe Week Two-Kindra M. Austin

Quotable Poe Week Two “I was never really insane, expect on occasions where my heart was touched.” –A letter to Maria Clemm   Spasms wrack me— I’m so sick, infected— and this pen that I can hardly hold pours this ink.   For words no longer live within me, and my love knows me no…

I Am the Woman – Kindra M. Austin

She is me— the woman your mother warned you about when your childish hands declared they were a man’s and left hers empty to grieve. I am the one who won’t love you through alcoholic bursts of abuse. I won’t chew on belittlement flavored bubblegum and just be happy you acknowledged me. I am not…

A Typical Day in the House of Henry-Kindra M. Austin

Every morning, she’d find Henry in his blue plaid pajamas, sitting at the dining table with a newspaper and half a cup of too-sweet, pale coffee. Good Henry. Since his wife had taken ill, he always made sure to keep quiet while she slept in; and he no longer bothered her for his soft scrambled…