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Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola, Florida. Her sonnets and stories have appeared in Glass, Five:2:One, Cheap Pop, X-R-A-Y Lit, Rhythm & Bones Lit, TERSE. Journal, Isacoustic*, Mojave Heart Review, SWWIM Miami, Feminine Collective, A Restricted View From Under The Hedge, Barren Magazine, Dark Marrow, Rag Queen Periodical, Sidereal Magazine, Work To A Calm Zine, Fly On The Wall Poetry, Collective Unrest, Pulp Poets Press, Tiny Flames Press, Bone & Ink Press, Wyrd & Wyse, Constellate Journal, Awkward Mermaid, The Ginger Collect, Pussy Magic, The Pangolin Review, Rabid Oak, Burning House Press, Rose Quartz Journal, Bone & Ink Press, Cauldron Anthology, Porridge Magazine, Luna Luna, Quail Bell Magazine, Neologism Poetry Journal, Speculative 66, The Blue Pages, Pink Litter, The Mystic Blue Review, Rise Up Review, Lonesome October Lit, Peculiars Magazine, Cabinet of Heed, Deracine Magazine, Tepid Autumn, Rising Phoenix Review, Rumblefish Press, Murmur Journal, Foxglove Journal, Water Soup Press, Here Comes Everyone: The Brutal Issue Spider Mirror Journal, The New Southern Fugitives, The Cerurove, Horny Poetry Review, Wanton Fuckery, Three Drops From A Cauldron, Ghost City Review, 8 Poems Journal, The Sophomore, Picaroon Poetry, Soft Cartel, Chantarelle's Notebook, Former Cactus, Drunk Monkeys, Midnight Lane Boutique, Infernal Ink, Horror Tree, Anti-Heroin Chic, Quail Bell Magazine , Mookychick, Infernal Ink, Occulum , Digging Through the Fat and No Other Tribute: Erotic Tales of Women in Submission (an anthology)

Womannotated, Dirty Dancing Saves Your Life

Dirty Dancing Saves Your Life

 

When you are raised by fundamentalists,

at slumber parties you resist. Approved-

of-girl, goes to your church, sly fantasist

whom no one hurts, her mom insists

you stay the night — both look sufficiently up-

tight, lacy collars, skirts below the knee.

Continue reading “Womannotated, Dirty Dancing Saves Your Life”

Womannotated, Crow Carriage

 A Crow Carriage

Sonnet Double Feature:

 

Mistress of Malice 

Ten miles upon a tufted seat, elm trees

to village path, discreet, a beast will ride

to seaside town.  One hooded straggler by

him found, too young this hour to be outside

indecent bodice, brown eyes wide.  Fingers Continue reading “Womannotated, Crow Carriage”

Womannotated – I Was Blythe

I Was Blythe

I would do anything to not be cute,

fifteen, though it’s, without dispute, what I am,

Blythe doll eyes, wide face, small limbs a brute

could hold in place with fingertips.  Brown eyes Continue reading “Womannotated – I Was Blythe”

womannotated – Dollhouse Architect

 

Dollhouse Architect

Blueprinted girl rolled out wide to inspect

already torn, no one protects —  and why

should this one be tasked to care or respect,

question a purpose plans specify Continue reading “womannotated – Dollhouse Architect”

Womannotated – Calpurnia

Calpurnia

After Morticia Addams describing Wednesday’s
role model (“Wednesday’s great-aunt Calpurnia.
She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced
naked in the town square and enslaved a minster ..
but don’t worry. We’ve told Wednesday: college first.”)

Young girls require a patron saint — aunt’s
abysmal ashes antiquate entwined,
Massachusetts grave, with God’s servant
whom she enslaved. Impious mind
in clerical cravat a town square dance
(performed in only raven plaits) bewitched Continue reading “Womannotated – Calpurnia”

Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)

An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees

He recognizes painted eyes like green
irises mythologized over a decade and
a half ago — the speckled girl, sixteen,
he used to know — acquainted, where you stand
in her place, in your hand replica, bisque,
familiar face, unblemished cheeks, unbloomed
by his demonic lips. Lunar eclipse Continue reading “Womannotated – An Ancestral Love of Boyish Bees (Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream)”

Womannotated – No More Names

August 30th, 2019

No More Names

If you would follow, after dark, him and

his friends into the park — a boy who likes

to call you names, then make lewd demands,

midnight games. Mother said, “He’s so polite,”

his slick blonde hair, and Dad’s old spice, shirt tucked Continue reading “Womannotated – No More Names”

womannotated – laGuardia

July 26th, 2019

Each month I’ll include a diary style annotation in prose form below the poetry —the CNF behind the sonnet.  ❤ Kristin Garth

July 16th

LaGuardia

He is your pinstriped stalker at the gate,

miniskirted traveler who hesitates. Hides

to spy how suburban pale thighs vibrate.

Favorite flavor is you, terrified. Continue reading “womannotated – laGuardia”

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