Kelley Quinn : Writing

Sometimes

Sometimes

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


SometimesI pretend my fingernailsare fish scales --artificial shine throughthe ocean waves.Sometimes I curl myhands tight,put them up to my ear,and li..
La Stessa Lingua

La Stessa Lingua

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


EnglishTongues tripping over foreign words dripping from foreign lips, pauses between your question and my answer, misp..
Memories from the Attic

Memories from the Attic

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


I remember my father’s dry hands combing through wet tangles of my hair,just like my mother would. I remember lying about eatingThe vegetables g..
Not Here

Not Here

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


I'll leave the spiders in the bathtub -they'll spin webs of my hairacross the drainso only water can pass through.I'll leave the stove on, hopingthe s..
Little Stanzas

Little Stanzas

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


I think in stanzas of broken poetry At night While making tea Or walking the beach, Alone, footsteps Cove..
Plucked Feathers

Plucked Feathers

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


I used to doodle our names together, hearts with arrows pierced through them -how romantic, I thought - to be pierc..
Freckles

Freckles

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


I have one freckle On my palm. It appeared one day In tenth grade. It's not a very significant freckle - ..
The Room

The Room

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


Kettle boiling boiling hot hot hot. Suddenly - a noise Who’s there? knock knock knock. ..
Home

Home

A Story by Kelley Quinn


Nic came home from the Marines in June. I was 19. Jonah, Zach, and I met him at the Atlanta Airport at 5 pm. We hadn’t seen him since we had gr..
Consent

Consent

A Poem by Kelley Quinn


Can I? You raise your hand, Ask, “Ms. Miller, Please please can I Use the restroom?” ..

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