Kristen Balyeat
Bio
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
Stories (124/0)
- Top Story - July 2023
- Top Story - December 2023
- Top Story - June 2023
Silver is the New Black
“I’m going to stop coloring my hair,” my friend Hannah abruptly informed me as we chatted over lunch and a cup of tea. She came over to hang out and hold my newborn so I could use two hands to eat the meal she so generously prepared for me.
By Kristen Balyeat11 months ago in Viva
Deer | Yellowstone National Park
The air felt different lending to a cautious step as her hooves turned up fresh earth. She grazed, but her ears stood at attention, twitching with every sound, expecting something. What? She wasn't sure. The energy was new, yet familiar.
By Kristen Balyeat12 months ago in Fiction
Wolf | Yellowstone National Park
Drowsy, he rises in a wide-open expanse with no recollection of how he arrived here. Shaking his body to clear grogginess, his claws dig into wild dirt. Energy of this new wilderness changes his matter as the spirits of his ancestors celebrate his return. Fresh earth fills his nostrils, kindling a visceral, primitive hunger– for exploration and marrow.
By Kristen Balyeat12 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2023
Wishing Flower
"Grandma, it's a wishing flower!" Hazel plucked the dandelion from the side of the path and pinched the stem between her tiny fingers. Closing her eyes tightly, she conjured the biggest wish she could and gently blew the flower through pursed lips, releasing weightless magical seeds into the breeze.
By Kristen Balyeat12 months ago in Fiction