Kathryn Rw Reese

I’ve bought a “real” copy too!

It was so much fun writing with you @kristinwrites.bsky.social 💚

Vishnu’s Navel: My Creation Myth by Sherry Duggal | Issue #40 My family friend’s dog tugs on my white frilled cotton dress—saves me from falling down the stairs. I am four years old. My mom says that it didn’t happen.

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I love this fractured/braided creation myth flash 💛

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@carriganak.bsky.social ‘s sonnet crown in here 🔥🔥🔥

I can’t wait to dig into this one!

This is live, friends!

I’m thrilled to have my first collaborative piece in here, written with @kathrynreese.bsky.social

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Kathryn Reese | The tale of the dining table as told to itself

“You're not in a fairy tale, you're not a four-poster bed adorned with silk sheets, soft pillows, and those little plastic torches that look like candles. But …”

@kathrynreese.bsky.social in @claudineliterary.bsky.social www.claudineliterary.com/kathrynreese

Kathryn Reese | The tale of the dining table as told to itself

New CNF by @kathrynreese.bsky.social!!

“and you have a heart on your leg, engraved with a compass, the sharp edge of boredom, of having to ‘sit here til the job’s done.’”

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I want to ask her where I am going to wear that, but—sigh—I don’t ask what life I live in her head.” @mspicone.bsky.social bringing the stuff of my nightmares!

Congratulations 🥳

“My

holy book said I should be transparent, clear, and free of attachment. Here I am: mud child, river monster,
burning”
@kathrynreese.bsky.social with this stunner in WTR - sensual, such imagery. It’s just gorgeous 🌊🧡🧡🧡

Couldn’t have made it without you 💚

Thankyou 💚

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birthright/bloodline Kathryn Reese   When you were born, I was sent away to the witchdoctor/my grandma’s house/the place where they teach babies to sleep. You, a bundle in my arms/a portacot/still in my belly. Me, a pr…

“What would I know of bones? Mine exchanged every night for incense/gold leaf/fur.” @kathrynreese.bsky.social in @pitheadchapel.bsky.social (no less) with this mothering stunner 🧡🧡🧡
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Thanks Pam 💚

Very excited to have a piece about my kitchen table in today’s issue of @claudineliterary.bsky.social !

Thanks for sharing, @pdforan.bsky.social 💚

So the 4th piece out this last ten days is a poem 😳! I wrote about snail shells and cleopatra and men, but mostly I wrote about benga daughter then being a mum. Thanks West Trestle Review for publishing it!

underscore_magazine - issue 6 click the cover image for a PDF of issue 6!

@bts-adams.bsky.social @pamthepoet.bsky.social @kathrynreese.bsky.social @thebrokenspine.co.uk underscore_Magazine Issue 6 - for today's weather. Crack the whip - this Mag is alive. Loved Sumayya and Zoe especially. The list is 'on the money'. Erica E-i-C 💓 www.underscoremag.com/issues/issue-6

Preordered & I can’t wait for this one!

Sumitra Singam | How the Netflix Show ‘Heartstopper’ Made Me Cry in the Shower, aged 46 “Listen, it wasn’t really your fault, Nick Nelson”

But if you want the backstory, here’s Sumitra’s flash, from which I took a line for my golden shovel

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Punajaranam by Sumitra Singam this Fibonacci in my pocket is destroyed, some symbol of cycles being remade and broken,

In a wonderful synchronicity @pleomorphic2.bsky.social also has a gorgeous poem in this issue of WTR about mothers, mothering and past lives

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What I might know if I let myself by Kathryn Reese Desire without ever aspiring to the darkness of tangled roots, drying mud and what we look like in drought. It’s high tide. The moon drags a fullly salted tide over us both. What started as a...

I have a poem in West Trestle Review.

“What I might know if I let myself” is a golden shovel after a @pleomorphic2.bsky.social flash.

My poem is about queer identity, falling in love and finding yourself loved. I hope you’ll give it a read.

www.westtrestlereview.com/spring_2026_...

What I might know if I let myself by Kathryn Reese Desire without ever aspiring to the darkness of tangled roots, drying mud and what we look like in drought. It’s high tide. The moon drags a fullly salted tide over us both. What started as a...

I have a poem in West Trestle Review.

“What I might know if I let myself” is a golden shovel after a @pleomorphic2.bsky.social flash.

My poem is about queer identity, falling in love and finding yourself loved. I hope you’ll give it a read.

www.westtrestlereview.com/spring_2026_...

Wires

The walls are lined with wine glasses, fork bundles with string, knives and spoons are drying in the dish rack. Everything is covered in a thin layer of frost, window at the very end of the apartment having remained open late into the night, likely won't close until Mafalda has gotten all…

It’s hard to get embodiment and enchantment in just the right mix…

This chapbook does it.

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CONGRATULATIONS TO THE DASHBOARD AWARD WINNERS! @mdbolsover.bsky.social, @sampadgett96.bsky.social, & Cade Smith!

THANK YOU TO THE PUBLICATIONS & NOMINATORS! @rangermagazine.bsky.social @davidabishop.bsky.social, Salt Hill, & @gr8earlofhell.bsky.social @fifthwheelpress.bsky.social!

#poetry

In an unexpected turn of events, I’ve been hearing a lot about werewolves this week. This piece makes my skin tingle for fur.

Temple in a City literary journal Creative nonfiction Driving To the Next Thing While Neurodiverse by author Sumitra Singam. Published in Temple in a City literary journal.

New parenting CNF today in @templeinacity.bsky.social - the day my kid said "M's mum told her we can't have a playdate because I have anger issues." I know you will go towards love, and away from ignorance. Please read. Please also hug my kid (&me). 🧡🙏🏾

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