KELLY J MASSEY

Overlooked A litter of five puppies at the shelter causes excitement and people stand in line hoping to feel sweet puppy kisses on their...

His enthusiasm for his job leaps through the screen as he smiles and talks about the newest snowstorm that’s going to wreck your morning...

Rooted firmly to the ground like a massive tree with your arms spread out wide to receive the sky - to receive what the world offers but...

Woodpeckers thump against the tree boring holes to find their food. Their incessant tap, tap, tapping echoes across the whole expanse....

A sword becomes strong as it’s tempered, fire, cold water, hammer, fire, cold water, hammer. Life brings us fire, the warmth of laughter,...

We cannot overlook the other known influence of Santa, Saint Nicholas. Especially since yours truly was born on Saint Nicholas Day, but...

Life is beautiful. The experiences, The people Walking under the green leaves of trees; The sunlight making them shine like emeralds....

We can survive 3 minutes without breathable air. (Or longer when you’re near – I can’t tell – my breathing becomes so shallow). We can...

If I were a Snail, I’d consider sleeping through 2020 The election, the pandemic, the general hysteria I would avoid. Snails can sleep...

In the spring when we ascended the mountain, It was too early for shorts and sandals for the climb but they had been perfect on the...

A Welsh legend I’m told, a prince who refused to fight with his siblings over their father’s throne. He sailed away off to the west. Did...

Do you remember parking our bikes on the lawn? It’s how we knew where to find each other when we were late to play. How about playing...

“Ember!” his stupid voice blares through the night. I wanted to get away unnoticed, but apparently Steval woke just as I left our...

“Ember!” I sigh and turn to the town elder, wishing I could have escaped town to go berry picking like I typically do every other...

I may have mentioned that I'm writing alongside my Creative Writing class this semester. This week we started prose, and our first prompt...

Daddy never talked about the war. He wasn’t a part of the “greatest generation.” Instead he was protested, and spit on in the streets....

Life burbles from the spring, excited, grasping, experiencing, rolling over the smoothed rocks to join the waters that have moved through...

He paced the lobby of the veterinary hospital. A walk he seemed to have taken several times before. Though in younger years probably much...

Crows recognize faces-- they remember kindnesses bestowed and any disgraces. I remember faces— the kindnesses bestowed, the touching warm...

I move through the cathedral of trees to a place that both quiets and stirs my soul. The ravens overhead ever in attendance at this...