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.
Require you to be soft,
Flower petals in the warmth
Sweet scents filling nostrils–
You have to be the sun–
So scorching all shrivel beneath you,
Singing nose hairs with the proof
Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, And relished in the taste of defeat. Despite warnings and signs
To turn the poison to healing,
Taking flowers and stem
The petals and oils
To the h...
The pixelated mess
Transformed the natural
With the metal And crumbling the structure
Created by ritual. We believed a return
Would come with Changing tides
And the growth
Of the moon W...
There was a current,
In the way the words flowed,
The way they passed through the air,
Falling like the red and gold leaves
That littered the path. And like the leaves,
I tried to catch them in my han...
Lilly is a seventeen year old Jack Russel. Yes, seventeen. When I brought her to the vet a few weeks ago because she couldn't walk I continued to hear:
"Seventeen? This doesn't so...
In winds too strong for mortal, Letters mix, Creating undecipherable message. Understanding is unclear
When the sun always sets
Disturbing the light Meant to show the way. Green leaves Shin...