Poetry Demon by Kristin Garth

Listen in on a reading by poet Kristin Garth by visiting the video above.    Poetry Demon A poetry demon won’t clean a house. It burrows in clutter, writing it out. Language is legion. Words only espoused. Diabolism requires fingers devout. A poetry demon does not have friends. It listens to troubles, locating a pen. Seeks clarification. Won’t condescend. Emotions, details its ghoulish godsend. A poetry demon might get you read. Knows how to write its way into a head. It charts your cerebrum once it embeds. Conquers mass consciousness without bloodshed. When life’s chaos, but words are refined, a … Continue reading Poetry Demon by Kristin Garth

“Pine” and “Tuileries” by Kristin Garth

  Tuileries   Twilight, Tuileries, trembles, tulips, then tomfoolery. Cafe au lait, collar new beneath her trenchcoat, navy blue. Her yin, the silver links his yang, the gold. She flew to him nineteen years old. His growl “good evening,” telephone — a voice with fangs, a face unknown. She’s hotel howls with bit, licked lips, stilettos, nude — his choice; she’s wrapped in whips. She’s strung and strummed, starlet du jour. In bows and stings, this lust matures. First love a chain that buckles, chokes. Ardent affirmations rosé, azure procure. No ring such decadent desire denotes — their bond, Louis … Continue reading “Pine” and “Tuileries” by Kristin Garth