Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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In Your Memory
With each year that goes by, I dedicate this day to honoring your memory with dessert before dinner, chocolate milkshakes or vanilla ice cream cones,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
An Empty Cup. Content Warning.
Note: This poem includes metaphotical language about self-harm. If you or a loved one are experiencing actual thoughts of self-harm, you can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741741.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Incompetence
You are small, a tiny little man with a too-big ego and a volume problem. Yet somehow your insecurities choke you when I speak, whispering "incompetent" so the word echoes around in your brain until you think I said it.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Finding Myself
I am finding myself again in the pavement under my feet and 7-Eleven coffees after work, library nights and wearing out sneakers on two-mile walks in the cold,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Crushing
I don't want to feel a thing. Smiling at my phone, laughing at you, I want to throw it at the wall, and watch the screen crack just to make this stop.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
On All The Unfinished Poems
I am half-writing poetry in droves. One line down, and the page is flipped again for something wholely new. My thoughts have become puzzle pieces scattered in a 20-gallon tote, the pictures unknown so I sort by gut instinct.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Fate
I turned in my resignation letter yesterday, and I'm packing up our old apartment. It's been mine since June, but so much of it is still yours.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Some of the weirdest writing prompts I found today
When I'm feeling uninspired and freewriting leads to nothing but repeated "the, the, the, the . . ." on the page, I turn to writing prompts. This is a common approach for writers, but every time I do this, I find myself disappointed with the prompts I flip or scroll through.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Writers
Where I Belong
When did going back home start to feel like a vacation in the past? I can see memories playing out in front of me again everywhere I go, my first kiss under the streetlight up the road from my mother's house, running stairs during volleyball practice by the middle school entrance,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
To be taken at face value
My writing won't tell you how I feel. It will tell you how I might feel, how I could feel, how I definitely do not feel, the intrusive thoughts that just had to get out, the things I'd never say, maybe what I think you might expect,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Moving On
I need a fresh start. While you move backward, a failed attempt at traveling back in time, I am moving on, leaving your problems in the past.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
A Life in 25 Lines. Top Story - September 2023.
Hello, world. I'm learning you exist, learning I exist, and I am happy, but you keep changing. I'm not sure I can keep up.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets