I Bled Bright Red.
By Kristi Stout
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Kristi Stout
The Art Of Falconry: Keeping Our Love Wild.
“These birds do not need you. They know how to fly. They know how to hunt.” This was written upon the cover of the San Diego Reader sitting on the coffee table. In the photograph was a gorgeous image of a woman with a golden eagle mid-flight with its wicked talons splayed, reaching to grip her ...
The Untold Story Sleeping Within The Strokes: Part Three.
It’s interesting how much more you see when your perspective has shifted. The other ones that would come in to my room, moving boxes and shifting what-nots, they were organizing and turning the senseless chaos into works of art, the paint on Mica and Dawn’s palette drying from cycles of non-use ...
The Untold Story Sleeping Within The Strokes: Part Two.
There they were, still embracing as Maxwell’s music painted the background, and the crimson played from the radio matching the rouge in my room! It was here that Mica pulled away only long enough to look at her in such a way, their noses so close together. He brushed her hair from her forehead ...
The Untold Story Sleeping Within The Strokes: Part One.
It’s interesting how life begins. I think that living and memory are complements of one another, because the first thing you remember, is right where life starts — regardless of when you were born. That first memory is a bit blurred around the edges, like a distant dream, but the living ...
Full Moon — Let’s Hunt For Shadows.
We have come here to dance with shadows so that we might harmonize the forces of dark and light. There is the outward nature and then there is our inward nature, and oftentimes what’s within isn’t always conscious. The moon’s primary purpose is to make conscious the darkness. Designed with ...
Stop Fucking And Return To Romance.
I am a romantic and quite an old-fashioned one. I probably would’ve been best-suited for the days of Jane Austen and the Victorian-esque style of all things desire and love. Though the clash therein would’ve been in the sense that I am way too headstrong and would’ve had issue with the ...
Unleash That Wild Thing Beneath Your Skin.
The initial spark that caused the Big Bang within my being came from a look in your eye that was molten. I’ll never forget that look. It was the first time anybody ever looked at me that way and I’ve experienced an array of the way eyes make connections. It was a look so deep it seeped through ...
Desire, Innocence, Love and Elijah Wood.
A dream is a wish your heart makes When you’re fast asleep In dreams you will lose your heartaches Whatever you wish for, you keep Have faith in your dreams and someday Your rainbow will come smiling through No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing the dream that you wish ...