Katrina Thornley

Katrina Thornley

Katrina Thornley is a Rhode Island based author that graduated from the University of Rhode Island with a BA in English. She lives in the middle of the woods and enjoys hiking, photography, painting, and candle making. 

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  • Katrina Thornley
    Published 15 days ago
    False Thoughts

    False Thoughts

    The roads are paved
  • Katrina Thornley
    Published about a month ago
    Shade of Voice

    Shade of Voice

    There was shadow
  • Katrina Thornley
    Published about a month ago
    He Loves Me

    He Loves Me

    Colors explodedBreaking up solid landscapeWith their vibrant tones, In time for the fluctuation-The returnThe exit-Of never ending feetAnd roaming tires,Petals waved in unison Good-byes and welcomesBut we never knowWhich was meant for us.
  • Katrina Thornley
    Published 2 months ago
    Our Match Stick Story

    Our Match Stick Story

    We sprinkled memoriesOver drinks and ice,The added flavorAnd the burn we neededTo drown the concoctionsOur tales produced.When neither of usCould find the truth At the end of the linesWe pulled to the tableWith us, Both thinking we knew best,Without shared space And shared grievances.
  • Katrina Thornley
    Published 2 months ago
    Cancerous Burn

    Cancerous Burn

    Cigarettes burnEmber bright in the night,Flames of hopeAnd bitter endingsLeading the gazeOf star-crossed loversThat have wandered farFrom path paved.Expectations wavedIn response to planAnd wandering minds,Roots tripping,Catching thought sure-footing,Threats of tumblesWith cigarette flicker in mind.Voyage underway,With glances backTrees and rocks movedCovering path where came-Darkness behindWhere once sure bright-And minds wonderThe reason for followingCancerous brillianceIn flickering flame. Time flashed,Cementing their choiceTo chase the flame,In haste and cunning--Before burn out.
  • Katrina Thornley
    Published 2 months ago
    Metathesis

    Metathesis

    The water stole the moment,Turning peace to turmoil,Carrying the bodiesTo rocks and shoreWith no warning of the changeThey would find.