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Author: Kindra M. Austin
Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.
Surviving the Void – A Tribute to the Healing of the Womb
Originally posted on Phoenix Ascended:
I love every aspect of my life and those I share it with, let’s get that straight, but there is still a…
I Knew My Faults-Sarah Doughty
“I knew my faults. And they always stared back at me in the mirror.” As long as I can remember, I knew my faults. They were engraved… Read more “I Knew My Faults-Sarah Doughty”
I Knew My Purpose-Rachel Finch
I knew my purpose when little legs were thrust apart, foreign hands moulding my body into a better fit for themselves, shaping my form and my future.… Read more “I Knew My Purpose-Rachel Finch”
I Knew My Worth (originally published on Blood Into Ink)- Kindra M. Austin
I knew my worth when I was hot as fuck and boys all lined up to pet my cleft at the blind side of the playground— dirty… Read more “I Knew My Worth (originally published on Blood Into Ink)- Kindra M. Austin”
I Knew My Fate-1Wise Woman
I knew my fate when Enraged voices penetrate Vulnerable Eyes closed tight Dreaming of locks Picked and set free I knew my fate when Words embedded… Read more “I Knew My Fate-1Wise Woman”
Wooden Spoon-Una Zingara (Sabrina Escorio)
We didn’t have to ask The memories told themselves Over tiramisu and espresso While the smoke lingered Off Nonna’s birthday candles And Zia’s stale cigarette That sat… Read more “Wooden Spoon-Una Zingara (Sabrina Escorio)”
Honour-Mahish.asur-mar.dini
The men of this forest aren’t ashamed of comparing themselves to flies that feed on every piece of sugar they find; They said I was sugar,… Read more “Honour-Mahish.asur-mar.dini”
Violence Domesticated
Violence domesticated Woman. Pot Roast Sundays tasted better prepared with broken ribs. He loved her hair so much that he’d take greedy handfuls. I still see… Read more “Violence Domesticated”
A Ball Is for Throwing-Adrienne Rich
See it, the beautiful ball Poised in the toyshop window, Rounder than sun or moon. Is it red? is it blue? is it violet? It is everything… Read more “A Ball Is for Throwing-Adrienne Rich”
