Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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Shouldn't Have
I should have kissed you. I was kicking myself on the train, wondering if you were too, thinking in that moment, this could be something,
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Character Development
Someday, you'll learn you can't live in multiple realities, denying the truth and making accusations but referencing the things you had denied as fact a few days later
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Draft: De-cluttering
*If you want to skip ahead to the part I want feedback on, scroll down to the header labeling the drafted poem below. Lately, I have been having trouble with endings. Starting poems or prose is the easy part. A line comes to me and often starts as a quick note in my phone. It's easy to run with it, but where do I stop and how?
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Critique
Ode to the Nightstand
I expected it to be gone, taken apart and packed away in the back of the Subaru by the time I got home, but instead, it became one of the only things you told me would be left behind on purpose
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
On Their Self Destruction
They treat the things they love like tools they shouldn't have to maintain, replaceable until one actually breaks. Usable. Abusable,
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Love in four-letter words
I want you to come home come home, open the door, and tell me you want to try I want you to hold me kiss me, soft and slow, and
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Distractions
Disney+ and Hulu are never just background noise, but I keep turning on cartoons and old TV Shows like I don't know The consequences. I won't write or
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
The Call
Ring, ring, ring. Nancy picks up the phone and lets out a soft "hello." "Your granddaughter sent me the most wonderful surprise," her sister-in-law says. "Did you get your mail yet?"
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Fiction
The Mailpost
You have to drive slow, keep your eyes peeled, but if you know where to look, you can find it still stuck in the ground over 30 years later, the metal is rusted, planted there between the weeds
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Unspoken conversations
Hey girlie, how are you? No, I won't say a word I want to. I won't say you're sloppy when you're drunk. I won't say a word about your fake nice smile or insincere compliments.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Where you lead, I will follow
Dear Mom, I look in the mirror, and I don't see any trace of you in my reflection, but I hear you in my laugh. You're 400 miles away, but when I step in the kitchen, you're right there next to me in the recipes as I bake, present in my instincts as I experiment.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Time Capsule
these words are frozen captured here in a moment but I will move on
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets