“Tell me a beautiful story.”
© L. L. Kelly 2013
...some brains with that?Zombie in the kitchen,“Got Coffee?” © L. L. Kelly 2014
Nothinking NOTHINKINGNOCARINGN O W O R RYINGNOTHINKINGNOCAR
The Vulnerable OnesLittle lies. Big secrets. Generations silenced. ©L. L. Kelly 2014
Swimsuit SenryuSwimsuit dreams in winter. Sunscreen scented poolside songs,time on dragonfly wings. © L. L. Kelly 2009
Drinking the WindDrunk onthe airyou move through.Shifting. Flickering.Fragmentedandbreakingin your wake. You do not see. © L. L. Kelly 2013
Clouds in My CoffeeLike this morning skyI must decide, should I laughor cry – same release. © L. L. Kelly 2013
Utopia Close the Traffic-roar window. Noise Canceling Pedestrian Fails to carry a tune. As one who enjoys peaceful simplicity, I often grumble to myself about the din of city life but sometimes I just have to laugh at the chaos. © L. L. Kelly 2013
SanctuaryStepping outof an air conditioned dreary day, I escape into summer for a moment. Puddle-pond dragonfliesand one honey beepause their hello’s. © L. L. Kelly 2013
early summerHeavily scentedheady heat. The weight of June Lilac afternoons. © L. L. Kelly 2014
For ScienceBrought toaster to bathtub.Shocking results.
Writer's BlockToo Many Questions.Not Enough Answers.
But Leave Echoes BehindDream in color, live in grey.
TwilightOur tears became stars, then stories.
Blue is for BoysBabysitter-painted nails.Daddy-painted bruises.
His Better HalfBride/GroomWife/Husband /Widower
The Birth of a Writer“Mom! I put six words together!”
Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen*The Tree That Was Seen*Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I'v
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Silence does a better job.
'Till Death Do Us PartWhen you died, you killed me.
PitfallI really messed up...where's "reset"?
Where's Your Self-Esteem?"I'm a mess.""A beautiful mess."
(ex)changeShe sacrificed passion for sanity...Victory?
ChangeMy reflection used to hate me.
Fate's Scratching PostYour sanity, shredded, while you wait.
In My EyesRain and tears are quite similar.
Scarlet LetterMy child looks nothing like me.
Lost in Translation "I see." Said the blind man.
Story Time“Tell me a beautiful story.”“You.” © L. L. Kelly 2013