Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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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
The magic really has disappeared in The Santa Clauses
"The Santa Clause" movies were a Christmas staple growing up, so when a new addition to the movie trilogy was announced as a six-episode series on Disney+, I was curious. After breakfast on Christmas morning, my partner and I decided to start on the first movie and watch all the way through to "The Santa Clauses."
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Geeks
Cuyahoga
waves splash as birds squawk a calm settles in the air this river once burned
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
The wild
People come and go. Every day, a crowd of humans walk in, stare, point. The sign says not to tap on the glass, but the little ones do it anyway. I stare back at them.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Fiction
Seneca Point
this is escapism the world shrunken down below distant, unreal
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
Burnout
The phone rings at 2 a.m. and the flame that was finally starting to return simmers down again to smoky embers. Back to work. Always, always, always back to work.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
10 more multi-genre writing prompts
Two years ago, I published a list of 15 multi-genre writing prompts after scrolling through website after website, article after article of repeated writing prompts.
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Education
Memory Blurs
The things that make me sad sometimes blur together now, so I can't recall whose favorite Little Debbie snack is oatmeal creme pies
By Kay Husnick4 years ago in Poets