Kristina Stykos Kristina Stykos

Smoke

I sat near the wood stove, straddling the old bench seat, backside warming, as what we call the winter sun blazed out, behind a highway of darkening hills…

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Stops Along the Way

She'd bought four peonies, two the same, one to go down by the brook, the rest, she said, to be placed according to my eye…

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Patio

Back on the patio job today …

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Plumber’s Crack

"Yeah, they've been selling like hotcakes, not sure why" she quipped, totaling up my bill for peat moss, stove gasket & a pair of navy blue suspenders…

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Boxwood

From where I lie on my side, I can see the shadowy underbelly of a boxwood shrub, its damp, brittle branches touching a mulch of its own making…

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My Brilliant Days

As the brilliant days of October darken, every pink, or purple left in the garden sharpens, to a heart-wrenching point…

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Chasing Dragons

Bending to popular demand, my father would sometimes find himself in MacDonald's, awkwardly jingling the change in his pockets, which was a sign of his discomfort…

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An Old Baptisia

“Mostly, they're just selling books to each other", said an anonymous source, when asked about the Antiquarian Book Sellers, whose brochure I was fondling…

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Neighbor

He pulled in, his trailer hitched to his Subaru, a familiar, welcome sight…

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Ode to Wild Water

It's been a while since the wild water looked like this, but it will again, god willing…

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Shift

Still seems like summer, the invisible crickets and warm afternoon sun like a drug, lazily mainlined, in complete denial of what comes next…

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Provisional

Who would have thought this would be happening in the little town of Ripton, but traffic jams do occur…

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Cocker

The road is gently marked by a hand painted sign, & then the driveway off the driveway, not at all…

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Willing to Wait

I've learned to use gas pumps without card readers again, like learning to push eight buttons in succession, on a phone that is not, also, a computer …

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Party of One

It's not often, but sometimes, I feel compelled to put my face on a post, to let anyone who might care, that I'm here…

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Unabashed

There are days, and there are days …

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My Commute

My commute to work typically includes 1-2 gaps, thankfully these days, not three…

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The Ones Who Cared

It's too hot to work but I have an edge to put in, so I push beyond what's comfortable, knowing that I've done it before…

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