Kelli J Gavin

Kelli J Gavin

Kelli J Gavin of Carver, Minnesota is a Writer and Professional Organizer. With over 300 short stories and poems published and posted online, her work can be found with Clarendon House Publications, Sweetycat Press, 300 South Publishing, Linden Books, The Ugly Writers, Zombie Pirates Publishing, Setu, The Story Pub, Cut 19, Otherwise Engaged, Flora Fiction, Margins Magazine, The Basil O’Flaherty, The Rye Whiskey Review, Some Good News, Sweatpants and Coffee, and Southwest Media among many others. Kelli’s first two books were released in 2019 (“I Regret Nothing- A Collection of Poetry and Prose” and “My Name is Zach- A Teenage Perspective on Autism”). She has co-authored over 40 anthologies.  www.kellijgavin.blogspot.com @KelliJGavin on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and @keltotheg on TikTok

Every. Single. Day.

the ugly writers
Are you arriving? Maybe leaving? Where are you going? What brings you back? Let it be me Let it be us

Shadows

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I can not make sense of it all Not completely Even when it is right in front of me

Ooohs and Aaahs

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The hidden moments seem to be more apparent than the oooh and aaah times in our lives. Those moments are also meant to be experienced and enjoyed and treasured.

May The Night Take Me

the ugly writers
She wouldn’t look at me, but kissed me hard and told me she loved me. Loved me so much it hurt. As I laid in that bed wincing from the pain in my leg, I didn’t ask her to promise she would return to me.

Mom’s Luggage

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Unfortunately, a flood of water seeping in the basement of her old rambler home ruined the luggage set and they had to be thrown in the trash. She was sorry to see them go.

Cut Out

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My brain swirled and then I realized I still needed to get ready for work, make a plan for cleaning up the disaster in my bathroom later on in the day and tell my boss that everything was fine. I about lost it when I realized I had to also call the local police and explain the serious misunderstanding. They might not even let this drop.

The Winter Cabin

ive years together and this is what we had come to. Silence while eating grilled cheese and tomato soup at the table in the cabin’s kitchen.

His Love Swung Low

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His love swung low Gathering me up Leaving nothing behind Broken pieces and busted edges Acknowledging my need to heal

Welcome to My Circus

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I am at a loss for words. I didn't even know what to do first. Where I should start? I slept in today. Oh, a glorious extra hour. I have been so tired, not sleeping well and I was reveling last night at even the idea of a much needed, long sleep. I don't know what I was thinking. I am a mother of 5.

When The Tears Fell

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When the tears fell the first time I wiped them as soon as they touched my cheeks When they fell again I wasn’t as quick to tend to the tears