Ranger Kessel : Writing

Marshmallow Stew

Marshmallow Stew

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


They’re warm and they’re squishy and they’re filled with white goo. They smell sort of fishy and pop when you chew. They roast i..
Intersection

Intersection

A Story by Ranger Kessel


That feeling. It drops on you. Slowly. Unexpected.You’re at an intersection. Traffic is heavier than you expected. There were other routes you c..
The Things the Garbage Man Saw

The Things the Garbage Man Saw

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


My room was a mess. Like a person with a big nose, it was expected. Like if it weren’t that way, you would know something was definitely out of ..
Between the Lines

Between the Lines

A Story by Ranger Kessel


In school my artwork was a struggle. They used to give us those little coloring pages that smelled funny like that weird 1970’s Xerox ink. It ne..
Glitter and Markers

Glitter and Markers

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


The windows of the classroom were always dripping with water. In the morning. That happened around the change of seasons. Something to do with low pre..
Pearl Ibis

Pearl Ibis

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


pearl ibiscloistered wingswithdrawnin elegant embracepearl ibisin my heartchiffonrefined in lacepearl ibisstatelyin the dawnelemental gracepearl ibisb..
Plugging in Sam

Plugging in Sam

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


On a frigid winter’s night...Some say thirty years ago...Sam first appeared before morning’s cold light.With electric skinned ears and red..
Morning

Morning

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


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