I didn’t pull away but drew him near
Now he too possessed lips so red
Author: Kelli J Gavin
Kelli J Gavin lives in Carver, Minnesota with Josh, her husband of an obscene amount of years and they have two crazy kids. She is a Writer, Professional Organizer and owns Home & Life Organization and a small Jewelry Company. Look for Kelli’s first book of short stories and poems in 2019. You can find her work with The Ugly Writers, Sweatpants & Coffee, Writing In a
Woman’s Voice, The Writers Newsletter, Writers Unite!, Academy of the Heart and Mind, The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, Mercurial Stories, 121 Words, HerStry, Ariel Chart, The Basil O’Flaherty, PPP Ezine, Southwest Media, Otherwise Engaged, Pleat her Skin, Paper.Li, The New Ink Review, among others. Find Kelli on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram @KelliJGavin
The Painting of Margaret
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
Walk Away-Coffee Shop Blues
I didn’t feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn’t care. He kept insulting me.
Cocaine in the Soda
I don’t want to miss out anymore. I don’t want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
Above It All
The rest doesn’t matter
It is just background noise
I may have placed you there
To protect you
Remember
Remember that is
The words we shared
The words unspoken
The tears shed
I do, do you?
Don’t Quit
It hurts sometimes
How much I love you
More Each Day
I need you next to me
To feel the warmth
I want to touch you
I want to hold you again
Burn
I burn up rather quickly
My throat tightens
My hands wring
My eyes wince from the smoke
I wipe the soot from my skin
My feet tread carefully
The Gift of Second Chances
Today I failed. Failed as a mom. Failed miserably.
Impact
When you brace for the impact You don’t experience the whole effect Your muscles tighten and eyes squint Hands balled into fists Feet press down on invisible brakes You hurt yourself more than anything Maybe you should embrace the impact Fully take it all in wanted or not Accept every last bit coming your way…
ALLTHERAGE
ALLTHATRAGE
GIFTEDTOME
FORTHEASKING
ALLTHATRAGE
COULDHAVERUINEDME
RIDDINGMYSELFTODAY
NOLONGERFULLOFIT