Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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From the Rooftops
I want a rooftop love, the kind I can shout about no strict limitation to whispers of "I love you" in the dark, despite the words you say in public
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Crown. Top Story - March 2024.
That day is burned into my brain. I get off work, open the door to our apartment, and you slur "hello." Your face struggles to make a smile. You never quite get there, and your eyes do not make it to mine.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
All of a sudden. Top Story - February 2024.
All of a sudden, it's someone new the person I want to tell the second I have good news, the person I want to vent to when the anger settles in, when I want to throw my laptop across the room,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Resiliency
I spent every ounce of my resiliency on surviving you, you and your screams of disapproval, your insistence that you knew best even when you were completely and proveably wrong
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Decluttering
You left a mess for me to clean up on my own, and I'm still working through it. Weeks later, the empty cans are still where you left them on the floor. Swiss cheese is growing mold in the fridge. The plants are dead on the window sill, but I threw out your loofa and took the pictures off the fridge.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Who I Am
I need you to understand that there are different versions of me. There is who I am when I am at work, who I am with my mother, and who I am with my father
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
I Could Write Poems About You
I could write poems about you, whole collections of them so easily it's killing me not to, but I won't not yet, not now, not while I am still reigning in these emotions
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
To Make A Home
The TV stand wobbles, the bookshelf and kitchen table are chipped, sparkly pink nail polish stained the coffee table, and the paint on the pots and pans is fading from years of use,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Life Lessons
All my life, I believed I could do anything. Every door was mine to open, every opportunity mine for the taking, God
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
My 4 Writing Goals for 2024. Top Story - January 2024.
For the last few years, I have refused to set a New Year's resolution. My attitude was cynical. No one sticks to the resolutions they set, and goals for improvement should not be limited to the start of a new year. The "new year, new me" mindset was a cliche that I was happy to laugh about instead of considering my own opportunities for change.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Writers
The man outside the convenience store
He sticks his cup out in front of each person entering the store. "Spare change?" he asks. "Help me buy some food," he requests.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Viva
When I miss you
When I miss you, I miss my best friend, the person I could sing with in the car on afternoon drives to nowhere in particular,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets