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We remember Kindred

Kindred has existed for nearly 6 years, and many contributors have made it the rich trove of stories, music, poetry, and art that it has become. We encourage you, our readers and contributors, to share what Kindred has meant to you. Perhaps a particular article (or articles) spoke deeply to you at a pivotal moment.…

All day long the poem writes itself

I START OUT plumpa pearthick skinned and hardly ripe but then with each hourthe skinis worn inand my love is worn down I rattle with bonesI open my mouthand it rings like an unkept bell First too softand thentoo loud SARAH currently lives and works in Edmonds, Washington. She would describe herself as painfully shy…

To the cottonwood

  Do you remember how I’d walk near you on a Saturday morning? There was a grey drizzle and puddles growing all around, sometimes even a stream forming from the hillside and out the old black tube. I don’t remember rain jackets, but a grey sweatshirt that would slowly soak across the morning. I’d trace…

Farewell to all that

Rachel’s email about ending Kindred arrived four days into the new year. She described both the sadness of farewell and “yielding to a natural rhythm; this organic living thing is coming to the end of its life, and we will bear witness to its passing as we have borne witness to its years of flourishing.”…

In Saecula Saeculorum

[introducing the band Solorien] LYRICS (words from the traditional latin mass) –  pacem relìnquo vobis pacem mean do vobis qui vivis et regnas in sàecula saeculòrum  (I leave you peace, my peace I give you. Where you live for ever and ever) MUSIC  Solorien  PRODUCTION  Tara Ward | vocals Matthew Chism | too many guitars…

Jars

We’ve recently moved to the desert, a rocky land punctuated by jumping cholla and pink skies with air dry enough to crack your lips and warm enough that even now in early March I rarely wear more than a thin sweater, and, then, only when it is early morning or after that bright sun has…