Kristina Stumpf
Stories (3/0)
Portal 888
Portal 888 The Grand Remembrance “I don’t want to come off harsh, but if we had a space alone tonight I would have you like the stars have a blank sky. I would never let you go.” That’s the words your father told me the night we conceived you Reeva. “What does my name mean again mama.” he asked the question that would ignite his dna, and altar his eternal view of himself. “Your name means one who guides people like a river or a star.” she said, smiling bright. Her name was Indigo like the color her name fit her spirit like a crisp new fitted hat. The Brooklyn waves crash on their warm toes. The air smelled like franks, and cheese fries. Scent has a way of making us remember. She leans over and with her half bitten nails clips a heart shaped locket onto Reeva’s crisp white shirt. “Wear this my love, and remember my words. Wisdom is gained beloved. Strap on your boots cause the devil stays busy. Never wake up swinging, but never be afraid to leave them in a standing eight count. Enjoy every moment, and never live for what will happen in the next five minutes. When the sun burns your skin like it did today let the aloe soak in and soothe you.” she says. “But mama your my whole universe, whole stars, whole moon.” Reeva says wide eyed with tears in his eyes. “You could never be away from me I’m always in your heart.” Indigo says as she points to the locket around her son's neck.
By Kristina Stumpf3 years ago in Fiction
PaperSoul
PaperSoul The collage work as well as the business I created in 2010 is called PaperSoul. I spent many years in the poetry, and spoken word scene in New York City absorbing the essence of my hometown. All the images, faces, and textures I had encountered on a cellular level were not always translating into the medium I was always so comfortable expressing myself in. One Day I went to a local bookstore to pick out a journal as a gift for a coworker, and wasn’t moved by any of them. None of them really represented or reflected the things she was into. So I decided to grab my scissors, glue, a blank cover journal, and printed out some images of her favorite things and got to work. The outcome was a beautiful journal customized just for her. Pretty soon other co-workers of mine were asking for one too. I then decided to start a small business shortly after.
By Kristina Stumpf3 years ago in Humans
Dopest Vessel
Behold a pale horse/ You must stay in your purpose/ Old station atoms ignite/ The heavenly body/ Golden embers ease through turbulent portals/ She emerges/ To make you remember/ Your quality part's/ Beneath all the flesh/ The heart that leads with truth/ That births the seeds/ From the womb to the concrete/ The light worker/ Your prayers hold weight/ You are essential to our growth/ Without you we crumble/ Like marrow to bone/ Water to soil/ We are nothing without your vessel/ So please sit under the green/ Dive into the crashing blue/ Brush the sand from your toes red/ Tears from your cheek crystalline/ You are the moon/ You are the sunset/ You are the storm/ You are the mother
By Kristina Stumpf3 years ago in Poets