The Road Home
Maybe there was something more
Someplace where my mind could rest
Where I wouldn't feel such constant flux
A place where sleep would come easily
But those roads lead to nothing I wanted
Kelli J Gavin of Carver, Minnesota is a Writer, Blogger, and Professional Organizer. Kelli’s first two books, ‘I Regret Nothing’ and ‘My Name is Zach-A Teenage Perspective on Autism’, were released in 2019. She has also co-authored 15 anthology books. Her 3rd and 4th books will be published in 2020 and 2021. Kelli’s work can be found with Clarendon House Publishing, The Ugly Writers, Southwest Media, Zombie Pirates Publishing, Writing In a Woman’s Voice, The Writers Newsletter, Writers Unite!, Academy of the Heart & Mind, Sweatpants & Coffee, Love What Matters, The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, The Writers and Readers Magazine, Mercurial Stories, 121 Words, HerStry, Passionate Chic Magazine, Ariel Chart, The Basil O’Flaherty, PPP Ezine, Otherwise Engaged, Pleather Skin, Paper.Li, and The New Ink Review, among others. My Name Is Zach was awarded as one of ‘The Best Special Needs Books of 2019’ and one of ‘The Best Special Needs Books of all Time’ by Book Authority. She is also featured among the ‘101 Emerging Authors From Around the World’ with Sweetycat Press published in 2020. Find Kelli on Twitter and Instagram @KelliJGavin and explore her blog at www.kellijgavin.blogspot.com.
Flashback
Time seemed to pass so slowly
Yet so quickly and I begged for more time
It happens almost daily
One touch will prompt me
Even stop me in my tracks
Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision is a short story written by Kelli J. Gavin and shared with The Ugly Writers. Tunnel Vision All Roads Lead to Rome. I remember hearing that statement when I was a child. I didn’t have a clue…
The Night Boseman Died
Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer. Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
When It Hits Too Close To Home
I lost a friend 25 years ago. She was kidnapped from Goodfellow Air Force Base and raped and murdered. I have thought of her many times over the years and have prayed for her family. My heart still hurts more than I thought. The tears came so quickly at just the thought of her that I alarmed both my kids.
Mend
Mend A painting by Alison Albrecht Mend By: Kelli J Gavin Busted. Battered. Beat up. Broken. Blue. Is there a way? A way to mend? To mend this beleaguered heart? This heart that was given to me. Gifted to me.…
When There Is Finally A Text
I have spent a ridiculous amount of my life waiting. Waiting to gradate high school. Waiting to be married. Waiting and praying to have kids. Waiting for the right job. Waiting for relationships to be restored. Waiting for it to…
What The Storm Left Behind
The storm raged on, and our mom settled my sister and I in the back corner on the folding bed with the squeaky springs. My sister began to read the book she had brought downstairs instead of her pillow.
Meet Me
You told me of your dreams
And I told you everything
About joy and hurt and love gone dim
You only smiled and pulled me near
I still love that you were the one
Who could chase away my fear
Changed Behavior
Sometimes people apologize, and sometimes they do not. Some people are never able to humble themselves enough to recognize when they have done sometime wrong, and should even apologize in the first place.