Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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Lunch in the Garage
Careful with the can, grab it from the furnace top metal in tiny hands.
By Kay Husnick2 months ago in Poets
The goals I did not achieve. Top Story - December 2025.
Every writing goal I made for the year is a wash. It has been this way for a while, but I think it's important to be open about my failures and the reality of how life can get in the way. This is especially true considering the several times I have posted on Vocal about my writing goals, how I was changing my approach, and where I was hoping to be for the upcoming year. I will probably do that again in a couple months, but for now, it is time to acknowledge where I am today.
By Kay Husnick2 months ago in Journal
Torn
The world doesn't seem so small with hundreds of miles between us or hundreds of miles between myself and where I want to be;
By Kay Husnick3 months ago in Poets
A Whim
We fell in love over the phone. Hours upon hours of calls shaped our future, pulled me in your direction, started on a whim.
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
The Divided States of America
We are not so united anymore, split into different states of reality one where there is a clear atrocity, a symbol of our country one-third demolished,
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
Awe
I spent years begging a person I loved to just talk to me, work through issues together, tell me what was wrong, only to be met with anger, a slammed door, a drunken return,
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
Abandon the Green Lantern
If that lantern still glows green at the end of your dock, I don't see it anymore. The parties have stopped, and I have packed up the house,
By Kay Husnick4 months ago in Poets
Disorder
This heart does not beat under floorboards, but it may still drive me mad. It pounds in the thick darkness, cursing me with three a.m. awakenings
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Poets
The Knocking
"Anna," Hailey whispers across the room in the dark. "Did you hear that?" Anna groans and rolls over to face her roommate.
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Fiction
Self-Editing
A pen in hand and a new page leaves every option, but also none at all. The ever-growing ideas list is for the writer I can't be today, the one with motivation, energy, a clean tea kettle.
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Poets
Dreams of Linoleum
I had a dream about chipped linoleum flooring last night, the foot-long gap of an ugly, yellowed tile pattern peeled all the way off by the oven in my childhood home.
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Poets
The Garden
Once I wondered if there was more if I was doomed to that constant chore a love now wilted, long past bloomed. Until he wandered in
By Kay Husnick5 months ago in Poets