KJ Aartila

Joined March 2021

297 stories

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A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.

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Anti-pastoral Ballad
Buried beneath a mine of greed, wild birds fly through my mind; in clear sky they shine, purely free of cold shadows they’ll never find.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
Accountable
Good intentions do not absolve you of the consequences unintended. Ignoring that tarnishes your good heart. * Selfish choices scream validation due
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
An Apology
An Apology Without changed behavior is manipulation; a pattern repeated for self. Love means never having to say Sorry -
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 5
This is the write-up for what was accomplished by me in my horse world this month on the journey to achieving goals. I had to make some choices with intention.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Petlife
Repeat
(This poem is dedicated to my husband in celebration of our 16th anniversary.) I want to fall in love again with you, just you;
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
Unbridled
Delight in the magic of the bright, starry night; musical hooves beat the Earth quick I squeal ~~~ I squeal
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 4
We had heavy rain overnight (Monday) – over 1.5” – so my arena is a muddy mess today, and probably tomorrow. Really strong wind and rain Thursday & Thursday night.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Petlife
Stained and Shattered
Trigger Warning: This poem criticizes religion. It references childhood sexual abuse and incest, questioning enablement by family culture.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses - Part 4 - (supplement)
My daily schedule for August 15 – September 15, 2021 This is a supplement to A Journey of Intention Discovered through Horses
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Petlife
Homefinding
When I awoke, I felt displaced; existence dull, colors muted restless, lifeless, not my place to shine outside the drawn lines.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
The Warmth of a Frozen Pond
She was grieving, Kris comforted her. Claire and Kris sat across from each other at the breakfast table, sipping coffee. The funeral of Claire’s father had been yesterday. The memories of moments Claire and her Dad had shared lovingly over the years kept filling her mind. In particular, one message that had influenced her life in many ways.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Aurora Borealis
The woman carried her cup of hot tea to sit outside in the cold air under the stars. She walked over to where her chair sat surrounded by snow. Her large dog waited patiently while she adjusted her seat and the blanket covering her lap.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Fiction