K.Hartless
K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer who enjoys penning fantasy, science-fiction, and horror as well as the occasional memoir. She’s been recently published in Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Last Girls Club, Paragraph Planet, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.
Haiku Yule
I have this insatiable haiku habit, and thought I’d share a batch this evening on WordPress. Wishing you a Merry Christmas.
MoreTHE NIGHT BEFORE CHICKMAS by the Poetry Club and the Media Committee…9 pictures
It was The Night Before Chickmas and all through The Coop The chicklets were playing with their hula-hoops Some stockings were hung by the chimney … THE NIGHT BEFORE CHICKMAS by the Poetry Club and the Media Committee…9 pictures
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The Medicine Man
As a child, I wanted nothing more than to become an Environmental Scientist and save the planet. For that reason, I watched the movie Medicine Man over and over again, imagining myself swinging through the rainforest in search of a cure to cancer that would save thousands of lives. The score of this film written […]
MoreTwisted Tuesday
How about a new twist to Tuesday? We will present a remix, and you can share your favorite songs from the original artist. A fun and a funky new way … Twisted Tuesday
MoreMy Love’s A Lion’s Mane
My love’s a lion’s maneundersea massive beingtangled tentacles outreachingburning soul mate stingingthe perfect knotsuch a sweet spotno real eyes needing.
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The Sistine Chapel of Soft Serve
This flash fiction is inspired by Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #14. This piece has adult themes sprinkled in, so read at your own discretion.
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This Christmas
This Christmas packages pile up faster than good feelings, bows in plastic smothered rows. And Santa better sanitize– no more old-fashioned whispering, gloved hands, or casual lap dancing. December skies look dyed, taboo see-through clouds, but I wear the same old constellation gown, plus what I want’s the same, winds turn wisdom inside out rip […]
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Drifting Away
Just as the moon is forever drifting away, so were my dark thoughts while writing this lunar, late-night poem inspired by the surrealist digital art of Aykut Aydoğdu. “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
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Poetry Thrives
My poetry pays rent in a pop-up tent
under a busy overpass,
growing like marram grass by a brackish sea.
It dwells in the mosaic empty spaces left behind
by winter’s nudist trees.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 