Kathryn Rw Reese
@kathrynreese.bsky.social
Mostly poet. Lover of road trips & long walks. Day job in microbiology.
Poems in Kelp Journal, Epistemic Lit, Engine Idling, & Red Room Poetry. Flash in Lit Namjooning, Glassworks, Flash Flood & soon Pithead Chapel. Collabs in Gone Lawn & Midway
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Poems in Kelp Journal, Epistemic Lit, Engine Idling, & Red Room Poetry. Flash in Lit Namjooning, Glassworks, Flash Flood & soon Pithead Chapel. Collabs in Gone Lawn & Midway
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Book mail! Thanks @the-engine-idling.bsky.social 💚
November 25, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Book mail! Thanks @the-engine-idling.bsky.social 💚
One thing about cutting out words from texts to make poetry is that your breakfast experience is enhanced by what you find in the toast crumbs on the kitchen bench
October 26, 2025 at 9:07 PM
One thing about cutting out words from texts to make poetry is that your breakfast experience is enhanced by what you find in the toast crumbs on the kitchen bench
Some days I have unexpected guests. This one didn’t say much, explored widely, and took himself home.
October 19, 2025 at 5:25 AM
Some days I have unexpected guests. This one didn’t say much, explored widely, and took himself home.
Visited this beach today. The foam is due to the algal bloom.
Read my Elegy for the Southern Beaches here: thesuburbanreview.com/2025/new-con...
Or Helena Fox’s Elegy for a Living Sea here: redroompoetry.org/poets/helena...
Cry a bit.
But also: the way these kids care. Hold that.
Read my Elegy for the Southern Beaches here: thesuburbanreview.com/2025/new-con...
Or Helena Fox’s Elegy for a Living Sea here: redroompoetry.org/poets/helena...
Cry a bit.
But also: the way these kids care. Hold that.
September 30, 2025 at 7:57 AM
Visited this beach today. The foam is due to the algal bloom.
Read my Elegy for the Southern Beaches here: thesuburbanreview.com/2025/new-con...
Or Helena Fox’s Elegy for a Living Sea here: redroompoetry.org/poets/helena...
Cry a bit.
But also: the way these kids care. Hold that.
Read my Elegy for the Southern Beaches here: thesuburbanreview.com/2025/new-con...
Or Helena Fox’s Elegy for a Living Sea here: redroompoetry.org/poets/helena...
Cry a bit.
But also: the way these kids care. Hold that.
South Australia is home to some pretty spectacular & unique creatures. Leafy sea dragons. Giant cuttlefish. And these delicious pippis (Kuti, these taken from Ngarrindjeri land/water). The algae growth starves the creatures of oxygen, light.
September 17, 2025 at 8:36 AM
South Australia is home to some pretty spectacular & unique creatures. Leafy sea dragons. Giant cuttlefish. And these delicious pippis (Kuti, these taken from Ngarrindjeri land/water). The algae growth starves the creatures of oxygen, light.
There’s a massive algal bloom affecting most of my state’s coastline. www.algalbloom.sa.gov.au/where-the-al...
There has been massive loss of sea life, fish and other sea creatures washed up on urban beaches…
There has been massive loss of sea life, fish and other sea creatures washed up on urban beaches…
September 17, 2025 at 8:29 AM
There’s a massive algal bloom affecting most of my state’s coastline. www.algalbloom.sa.gov.au/where-the-al...
There has been massive loss of sea life, fish and other sea creatures washed up on urban beaches…
There has been massive loss of sea life, fish and other sea creatures washed up on urban beaches…
I have a microfic in the latest issue of @lit-namjooning.bsky.social about rain, loneliness & a forest I know.
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
Thanks to the awesome team at Literary Namjooning for being the perfect home for this strange small piece of my heart ❤️
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
Thanks to the awesome team at Literary Namjooning for being the perfect home for this strange small piece of my heart ❤️
September 12, 2025 at 8:49 AM
I have a microfic in the latest issue of @lit-namjooning.bsky.social about rain, loneliness & a forest I know.
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
Thanks to the awesome team at Literary Namjooning for being the perfect home for this strange small piece of my heart ❤️
literarynamjooning.wixsite.com/litnam/post/...
Thanks to the awesome team at Literary Namjooning for being the perfect home for this strange small piece of my heart ❤️
September 3, 2025 at 9:36 AM
Playing Chinese checkers with grandad on the back veranda, /
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
August 29, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Playing Chinese checkers with grandad on the back veranda, /
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
a shadow of a cool change and cane fires behind us /
and the incessant storm bird announcing this afternoon will never end
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #poetryMonth
My teacher kept a whale’s earbone
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
August 28, 2025 at 11:26 AM
My teacher kept a whale’s earbone
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
in her leather satchel, /
passed it round the class some afternoons /
so we would learn an underwater silence
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry #PoetryMonth
The word cracked through scarred throat /
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
August 27, 2025 at 8:57 AM
The word cracked through scarred throat /
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
the crisp edge that gave it sense, lost, not confused, not mis-heard /
not word. Song.
#RedRoomPoetry #30in30
Let there be cheesecake. The type with choc-ripples crumbled, bathed in butter and hand-pressed into a tin. The cheesecake with sour cherries folded through and a top layer of kirsch and arrowroot.
August 27, 2025 at 8:51 AM
Let there be cheesecake. The type with choc-ripples crumbled, bathed in butter and hand-pressed into a tin. The cheesecake with sour cherries folded through and a top layer of kirsch and arrowroot.
Praise the barbed wire the twist the grip the rigour the slack stapled against the river gum growing around despite it survival the floods the drought the sleek rump of a steer pressed against the scratched hide the scar just a trickle of blood iron and rust, the same mark on my arm
#30in30
#30in30
August 22, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Praise the barbed wire the twist the grip the rigour the slack stapled against the river gum growing around despite it survival the floods the drought the sleek rump of a steer pressed against the scratched hide the scar just a trickle of blood iron and rust, the same mark on my arm
#30in30
#30in30
The way of the lawyer vine: reaching, prickling /
The way of the cabbage palm whispering, whispering /
and the mountain’s way of unmoving then crumbling
#30in30
The way of the cabbage palm whispering, whispering /
and the mountain’s way of unmoving then crumbling
#30in30
August 22, 2025 at 10:42 AM
The way of the lawyer vine: reaching, prickling /
The way of the cabbage palm whispering, whispering /
and the mountain’s way of unmoving then crumbling
#30in30
The way of the cabbage palm whispering, whispering /
and the mountain’s way of unmoving then crumbling
#30in30
That corella thinks only of their beak gouging
grubs from the skin of the earth and not the pattern of runes they leave.
I wear a clay bead on a string on my wrist, some ancient prayer for flight inscribed by scratching and
we both hold fear for the water, thirst and flooding—
#30in30 #Nhill
grubs from the skin of the earth and not the pattern of runes they leave.
I wear a clay bead on a string on my wrist, some ancient prayer for flight inscribed by scratching and
we both hold fear for the water, thirst and flooding—
#30in30 #Nhill
August 21, 2025 at 4:11 AM
a basket of electric wires hold this suburb down /
as of these concrete blocks might fly away /
as if raptured souls might kick off their shoes mid-ascent
#30in30 #CatchingUp
as of these concrete blocks might fly away /
as if raptured souls might kick off their shoes mid-ascent
#30in30 #CatchingUp
August 21, 2025 at 1:17 AM
a basket of electric wires hold this suburb down /
as of these concrete blocks might fly away /
as if raptured souls might kick off their shoes mid-ascent
#30in30 #CatchingUp
as of these concrete blocks might fly away /
as if raptured souls might kick off their shoes mid-ascent
#30in30 #CatchingUp
I see your two degrees and raise you…point 8? Come to my place where it’s warm 🤣
August 18, 2025 at 11:30 PM
I see your two degrees and raise you…point 8? Come to my place where it’s warm 🤣
Bro thinks he’s stealthy, getting away from the verticality //
taking his coffee back to his nightmare //
before we see & drag him back to the sun
Sources: my 16yo, Stephanie Burt Super Gay Poems, & possibly mis-heard not fact checked Hozier lyric.
taking his coffee back to his nightmare //
before we see & drag him back to the sun
Sources: my 16yo, Stephanie Burt Super Gay Poems, & possibly mis-heard not fact checked Hozier lyric.
August 18, 2025 at 2:04 AM
Bro thinks he’s stealthy, getting away from the verticality //
taking his coffee back to his nightmare //
before we see & drag him back to the sun
Sources: my 16yo, Stephanie Burt Super Gay Poems, & possibly mis-heard not fact checked Hozier lyric.
taking his coffee back to his nightmare //
before we see & drag him back to the sun
Sources: my 16yo, Stephanie Burt Super Gay Poems, & possibly mis-heard not fact checked Hozier lyric.
Political poem.
August 17, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Political poem.
(I’m so behind with these, and very tired…but onwards and upwards)
my hair knows flight, how to lift on the wind
the salt tumble of sea, the water’s weight
and how to curl toward the sun, tangled, torn and never tamed—
my hair knows flight, how to lift on the wind
the salt tumble of sea, the water’s weight
and how to curl toward the sun, tangled, torn and never tamed—
August 17, 2025 at 1:05 AM
(I’m so behind with these, and very tired…but onwards and upwards)
my hair knows flight, how to lift on the wind
the salt tumble of sea, the water’s weight
and how to curl toward the sun, tangled, torn and never tamed—
my hair knows flight, how to lift on the wind
the salt tumble of sea, the water’s weight
and how to curl toward the sun, tangled, torn and never tamed—
My son’s detritus,
mandarine peel dessicating , on the floor
enough threads that I might sew a new future together
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
mandarine peel dessicating , on the floor
enough threads that I might sew a new future together
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
August 13, 2025 at 10:10 AM
My son’s detritus,
mandarine peel dessicating , on the floor
enough threads that I might sew a new future together
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
mandarine peel dessicating , on the floor
enough threads that I might sew a new future together
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
English: you are a museum: cabinets of old
and stolen things,
preserved in formaldehyde or reduced to bones. At least
you give me my place for disappearing—
and stolen things,
preserved in formaldehyde or reduced to bones. At least
you give me my place for disappearing—
August 12, 2025 at 2:26 AM
English: you are a museum: cabinets of old
and stolen things,
preserved in formaldehyde or reduced to bones. At least
you give me my place for disappearing—
and stolen things,
preserved in formaldehyde or reduced to bones. At least
you give me my place for disappearing—
Six weeks later in the post there’s a fine
for your car standing too long on crown land
between the sign that said Stop. Revive. Survive. and the bank
of cameras checking your seatbelt, your speed, your downtime, your phone
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
for your car standing too long on crown land
between the sign that said Stop. Revive. Survive. and the bank
of cameras checking your seatbelt, your speed, your downtime, your phone
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
August 11, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Six weeks later in the post there’s a fine
for your car standing too long on crown land
between the sign that said Stop. Revive. Survive. and the bank
of cameras checking your seatbelt, your speed, your downtime, your phone
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry
for your car standing too long on crown land
between the sign that said Stop. Revive. Survive. and the bank
of cameras checking your seatbelt, your speed, your downtime, your phone
#30in30 #RedRoomPoetry