Articles by Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola, Florida. She is a knee sock aficionado and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked the pages of Luna Luna, Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Drunk Monkeys, TERSE, Journal and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available through maverickduckpress.com
Vestal Valentine

Vestal Valentine

What love I’ve known I found on knees, by chance between iniquities. Fingers confined a backwards prayer, cutaneous chants without my underwear. Vestments, red wine a rosary, entwined lithe wrists you lead to liturgy, to genuflect before an altar, bare, a deity I…

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Wet

Wet

He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping aperture, brass faucet.  Knows by rote the bubble height you like — that steam makes nightmares dreams, cleans…

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Proxy

Proxy

Handpicked handmaiden, raven hair, a charm collected, jaunt in country air. Conveyed to castle, swift, by dainty, dirty arm, for sister, gift; he makes her mirror maid. A countess cloistered, brother bold, a lust rebuffed for years maturates manifold. No hunger…

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Home

Home

A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies, wine, board games replayed to your childhood soundtrack. You learn it from the TV shows. Details, menus unique;…

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