"...smoothes stones and fills the veins of cactus. I am the kind of water they search for in space, and I know--soft--I can feel, what kind of storm I am not." -Storm
Storm by Kristian Ashley Macaron
From, "An Interview With Kristian Ashley Macaron"-The [BAR] (RIP)
"I wrote this collection after my time in Boston. I was up there for four years, August 2010 to August 2014. I had just moved back to Albuquerque, and I was starting to feel like I had just dreamed my time in Massachusetts. My life there was just sodifferent.
So these huge storms were interesting to me because, you know, I had grown up in the desert. Experiencing the hurricanes and blizzards and tropical storms fascinated me. And every year I lived up there the whole city watched for, waited for, at least one big storm. It was so new to me that, I think, my memories are anchored there in a way that’s a little different from the rest of my time in Boston." --KM
"Kristian Macaron’s first chapbook of poetry, Storm, features her various experiences in New England during the midst of some of the most powerful storms to pass through in the last several years. Her poetry is raw, honest, and revealing. This is a wonderful for collection for anyone who has experience the confusing effects of natural disaster as well as those who may have never had such an experience." --Swimming With Elephants Publications
Storm is also now available on Kindle on Amazon.
"The short stories in V3 delves into family, into the incredible bond between siblings, between mother and daughter, between what is foreign and what is home. In "On Pluto, Eating Starfish", a young woman tries to make sense of a world which has given her a hospitalized mother, a distant step-father and a younger brother experimenting with blueberries, octopuses and the concept of regeneration." --Winter Tangerine Review
Ginosko Literary Journal
A crew of party boat pirates play a dice game during a hurricane. They learn about each other's past lives and lost dreams.
--"Bigfoot's Garden" in Medusa's Laugh, Microtext Anthology--2016
"Ode to Vesuvius"- Minute Magazine
"Superman couldn't stop Vesuvius. This I remember."
"We were small and unmoving like twigs are on still water. We lay on the banks of the river hurting for breath. We’d come sailing the weave of dreams into rivers." --KM
"When La Llorona met Billy the Kid in the trenches of the Cimarron canyon, the world was black with smokestacks, burning as buildings became tumbleweeds. The scars of the trees were brighter than the mountains, now rounded hills of charcoal and we were all mountain men, bleary-eyed and mad with thirst."