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Kelli J Gavin

Kelli J Gavin of Carver, Minnesota is a Writer, Editor, Blogger and Professional Organizer. Her work can be found with Clarendon House Publishing, Sweetycat Press, The Ugly Writers, Sweatpants & Coffee, ZPP, Setu, 300 South Media Group, Otherwise Engaged, Flora Fiction, and Southwest Media among 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 25 anthologies. She is also working on a collection of fiction short stories.

When It Hits Too Close To Home

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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

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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

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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.

Abandoned

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I have always loved exploring.  Whether it is a building, a forest, a mountainside, it doesn't really matter to me.  If I haven't been there before, I will always want to see it.  I want to walk hills I haven't tread prior. I want to sit in the tall grasses and make braided crowns with my children.  I also want to walk where someone may have never walked before. Each adventure bears a story that should be shared.

The Opposite of Failure – Why I Write

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Poetry flowed out of me so fast and ferociously, that it actually scared me a bit. Raw emotion found its way onto the page before I had a chance to realize what I was writing about.

A Letter To That Girl

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When you meet your future husband, remember that you are young and cover your relationship with a whole lot of grace. Love will hit you hard and fast and you will realize what true love is all about. Do not let your heartache over your own parent's divorce make you doubt your relationship.  Your parents relationship failed, yours will not. You will grow up together.

The Stars

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When I was a small child, I can remember my dad's appreciation of all things outdoors. He loved the woods and lakes and all wildlife that surrounded.  He found beauty in each snowflake, treasured the fresh air that could only be found in country living and turned to God's creation to supply for our needs.

Never Disturb

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Never chase anyone.  I won't chase.  But I also won't fall apart. I will miss my friend. I will miss texting, our late-night laughs, our giggles and catching up over coffee. Our meals that turn into 2 then 3 and 4 hours long.  But I will never disturb them again.

Spaces

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I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.

Noticer

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It is true. I am a noticer. The one that notices more than I sometimes care to admit. I notice when a smile doesn't quite reach someone's eyes. I notice when a smile is shared only because one was offered. I notice when someone lets go first when I hug them.

Ocean Restoration

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Ocean Restoration   The only hit I have ever welcomed was the slap of a wave First, my ankles and then my thighs Shocked by the coolness yet I welcome it again and again When my waist is consumed and…

Blue Plastic Pool

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I will always remember fondly a folding lawn chair Pulled up to the edge of a blue plastic pool