Kristina Moulaison : Writing

PTSD in the Morning

PTSD in the Morning

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


Getting in the shower is the hardest part(too many voices to steer around in the hall)even when a baptism is just what I need.My daughter’s unwa..
Robot 5.0

Robot 5.0

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


restless stirring fingers tap in time with hot flash surges frantically refreshing the page like tiny manic New Year’s resolutions kee..
Under the Charleston Sun

Under the Charleston Sun

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


My fruit is anything but strangeIt is a default, ‘flesh-colored’ meat, with primly folded handsIt sprouts a pale flower on a nightshade vi..
Use What We Have, Says Didion

Use What We Have, Says Didion

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


I have my mother’s fur coat, its shield against the cold fire of eyes, a sable stare in regret I have the jolt of my daughter’s scre..
Let It Play

Let It Play

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


My son’s record player skips years off my life, drowning port holes in my summer mouth He lays Playboys, like Spring, on ..
Recompense

Recompense

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


Set me adrift. Watch the crackled paint of my fledgling gunwale lurch from side to side, bobbing like a nervous buoy, my hull blinking its un..
Poison DNA and English Ivy (on Hedera Helix)

Poison DNA and English Ivy (on Hedera Helix)

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


In venerated halls, you spill yourself over stone - drape fences, frame shuttered eyes, reach steeples alive with swinging bells. We in..
Root Gathering

Root Gathering

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


Fallen twigs from last season Pile beside the firepit Leaves crumble under my Winter boots I spy the old chair I won at an antique mall ..
Harvest of Solitude

Harvest of Solitude

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


Stray seeds skitter under doorframes,plant themselves between synapticcracks. Parched gravel bleeds yellow-greenpeople-sized flowering doubt, balloons..
What We Borrow

What We Borrow

A Poem by Kristina Moulaison


What can we keepWhat things will keepWhat will keep usWhat can I learn from this soilFrom these souls that lie in the groundWe inhale the smoke, exhal..

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