Kristiana Roemer

It can be scary to consider the journey it might take without a promise or a guarantee of what will become of you. It can be scary to...

My reflections are moving in nearer as I stand here in my house of mirrors. Some are chipped, some need dusting. Some are polished to a...

I went looking for company and found eyes peering out from nature. I went looking for gold and found it floating on the water. I went...

The gift of poetry. The most beautiful things can only be described through vagueness and metaphor; abstractly, we are like flies to the...

Be the stranger. Uphold the sparkle of the first glance. Be undefined. To be known and be loved has a slim chance. The things familiar...

Dein Fenster ist weg. Irgendwo dort in der kühlen Weite. Dein Haus auf dem Felsen, wo ich mich dir vereinte, verliert sich hinter den...

What is darkness when the last light was burnt? What is silence when the last true words were voiced? What is sadness when the last glow...

A slim silhouette is moving through blackness sending a muted wail to the waters  below — time stands still. And the silhouette wanders. ...

Waking up to my demise It was a well-scripted movie. Waking up to beneath his disguise the one with which he’d accrue me. Waking up in...

One eye overlooking Deep landscape below I’m perched at the window A foreign home My sight piercing down from a kingdom up high Yet it’s...

In your absence I can hear quiet slumber of our senses ringing in my doubtful ear, it gives a muffled sigh. "Why are we here? Why are we...

When one by one, you bury each of your children; with all the love you thought you could bring up you are faced with lying them into a...

That cigarette lit… Singeing the thick porridge-like air It’s become a moor of a heavy hot paste Wrapping an oily film around me Dreams...

Sending a silent hymn to a quiet cave still haunted. An old distorted kin keeps the child in its crib and lets it weep. Keeps it lit with...

Whispers in the night. As they lay in the clearing, she is being eaten alive. Insects preying on her skin. She’s to be freed at the same...

Ein seekranker Fisch. Die Menschen sind Computer. Programmierbar, installierbar. Nichts ist Wirklichkeit, nichts ist stets, sondern alles...

It’s funny that you write a poem hoping to encapsulate some moment, a discovery so great, you feel a pull at your soul to feel the...

In the heart of the meadow we said our goodbyes. Our sun here had been gutted. Our fruit here is dry. No more life left, nor thought, but...

Still here. Recalling the sun burning down the fire escape where I’d sit, read and sip my coffee. See your face through the glass writing...

A utopian fragility that could withstand the emersion of a world for two, the tangent of two consciousnesses allowing one foggy common...