Coming in August: For You, Rowena

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I’ll never forget the sight of you, dead in the garden; I couldn’t look away from your body. The blood, and the bugs crawling all over you. The blackbirds eating you up. My only love, carrion. You were the one person on this earth who knew where I lived and breathed. What am I supposed to do without you?

Never have I ever believed in Heaven, but just now, I’m wishing Heaven were real, if only to know the memories of our life together don’t belong to me alone.

But does an unbound soul even keep memories? Silly to believe so, isn’t it?

I remember our first date—a picnic out at the gravel pits. It was my sixteenth birthday. You kissed me at sunset with sticky lips underneath the pink June sky—my first French kiss. Your tongue tasted like golden wine coolers and cheap menthol cigarettes. You kissed me, and it was the beginning of everything.

© Kindra M. Austin

Quotes by Magpie Carey

Sometimes I imagine myself not plummeting, but falling slowly, spiraling uncontrolled into the black; the nonentity is dizzying and cold like outer space, unsympathetic.

 

So Dad opened the door to the dark January night. The sky was black as pitch and cloudless, the stars brilliant, perfect white dots. He picked up his suitcase, and he said nothing as he crossed the threshold, shutting the door gently behind him. Back then, Dad looked exactly like the Renaissance era’s personification of Jesus Christ.

 

I feel sorry for her because she doesn’t know. The last time she saw our house, she was watching it grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. But I have driven by nearly every Sunday afternoon since Mom and I moved away, and I have watched it decompose.

Our old house is a corpse. Maybe I should burn it down and dump its ashes in the lake.

 

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© Kindra M. Austin/cover design by Allane Sinclair

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In Her Element: Lois E. Linkens & Kindra M. Austin

I finally snagged the opportunity to write with the beautiful Lois. I’m incredibly proud of this collaboration. ❤

Whisper and the Roar

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(Kindra)
Stay the blade lodged in my back—
let the tissue heal and seal the
covenant.  
I am Woman,
unrecumbent,
and daggers only steel my skin.
 
(Lois)
the waters struck the cliff
and there i was,
chalked upon its rocky face.
sharp heavy things
chipped like woodpeckers, struck
their pointed heads against my crags,
but still i stood.
i wriggled my toes in the earth’s red core;
rough skin and fire
below the sky.
 
(Kindra)
Scale me, daring mountain climber,
with your fancy
seismograph—
go on, pretend the spirit of Woman is
something actually
measurable.
Taste my magma, and feel my resolve.    
  
(Lois)
my dust falls in clouds
in salt air.
the knock of you rings empty
across this blue horizon,
and still, i have stood.
 
(Kindra)
Stand in shadow of my marble,
and revere my perseverance—
I am monumental testament
of…

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