writer's life – Kelly Severseike

Unexpected Stop

I was driving down a side road, surrounded by pine trees. For some reason, this road reminded me of girl scout camp when I was younger. It must have been all of the pine trees and the way the sun hit my eyes behind my sunglasses. I was a mile down the road, surrounded byContinue reading “Unexpected Stop”

Spring is Right Around the Corner

Yesterday, I went for a walk. I wore shorts. There was a change in the air. Spring is right around the corner. Warm weather is here! I walked for almost an hour. I took my time appreciating nature and the air in my lungs. Last week, I had hurt the muscles in-between my ribs whileContinue reading “Spring is Right Around the Corner”

Animal Puzzle

1,000 mismatched pieces scattered in several piles. I try my best to organize them, connecting patterns and colors into separate sections. It takes a lot of time and many podcast episodes to become less confused about what’s in front of me. The border comes together in a few days. From there, with much trial andContinue reading “Animal Puzzle”

To Mold A Story

The paths I walked along in summer Are now muddy from fallen snow. Autumn leaves stick around in early winter. The cold air freezes rain. It’s hard to breathe when I can see my breath. I stay inside, wearing fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. My cardigan has pockets big enough to hold my Kindle. TheContinue reading “To Mold A Story”

Polar Bear

For Marsha. If you’re a polar bear, you see differently. You see beauty in the ordinary, Details in the smallest of places, You visualize instead of problem solve. You’re a poet, writer, artist, painter. You strive to show your perspective Through the work you create. Creating art comes as naturally as breathing. You can seeContinue reading “Polar Bear”

This Isn’t A Painting

The moon shining in through the window, bright as the sun at noon. I capture this photo with my phone that doesn’t have night mode. It looks more like a painting than an actual photograph. The colors are muted through the lens looking into the darkness. The outline of the room still appears in tact.Continue reading “This Isn’t A Painting”