Kiera BrynneRubber CementThis may surprise you (it definitely shouldn’t), but popularity eluded me as a youth, especially in those obscure middle school years.May 2, 2022May 2, 2022
Kiera BrynneToday, my friend asked me if the pain of heartbreak and grief ever gets easier.A valid question, my dear, for all of us.Mar 18, 2022Mar 18, 2022
Kiera BrynneMy Mind is a Junk DrawerThe junk drawer crashed to the floor, spilling its contents over square footage of my entire kitchen.Sep 19, 2021Sep 19, 2021
Kiera BrynneThe Nameless WomanThe sound of vomiting interrupted Idina Menzel’s mezzo-soprano belting from the van stereo.Aug 29, 2021Aug 29, 2021
Kiera BrynneI dream of monsters.When I was a little girl and slept on the top bunk in a crowded, wood-paneled bedroom, I’d dream of monsters.Jun 14, 2021Jun 14, 2021
Kiera BrynneHumpty Dumpty once sat on a wall.That’s how the story begins, anyway. We sing, we clap, we teach phonemic rhyming patterns to preschoolers about tragedy befalling…Mar 28, 2021Mar 28, 2021
