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About me - K.C. Jean Kellam

I am a freelance writer with experience in technical writing, grant writing, and journalism but my passion is creative writing, especially poetry.
I am a mom and find this to be my best work in life.
I have an American Staffordshire Terrier, Maya, who is my

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Children's fantasy: 1 of 47
Elijah and the Moon Dance It was quite late at night and very dark the first time Elijah noticed the changes. He had been sound asleep in his bed on a very starry night, with the curtains pulled far back to let the soft breeze through his room and Elijah could still smell the clean sweet scent of his sheets, fresh from the l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alarm clocks: 2 of 68
This is a true story to let you know I ended my alarm clock affair many years ago To my own body did I trust to keep the time To my own resolution did I trust my mind I hated that thing with a passion so fierce I would wake to its evil screaming, in my ear it would pierce I hated what it stood for, how it kept track of my da... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlocked: 2 of 43
You have unlocked something deep inside From which I can no longer hide A key you've found in a secret place A smile that steals across my face Lucky you, unlocking this mystery A riddle that has always gotten the best of me A stranger to myself With new eyes you've made me see I am frightened of this new door And new path t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Typewriters: 3 of 50
I have a sinful obsession with the hard click of the keys Each pause in the air fills my creative heart with glee From a thrift store or an old tool shed My friend the typewriter is far from dead It has followed me through childhood Through puberty and on even still I have trusted it with my secrets Into adulthood, my heart ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 38 of 632
The lake is still and sheltered From the wind by poplar trees There are beaver and turtles, geese and bass And a handful of chickadees A soft snow has begun to fall Not but a moment before A mist on the lake has steadily risen And cattails brush together at the shore Deer leave powdery tracks In snow that is heavy and thicke... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drop dead gorgeous: 4 of 52
Oh my God, I can't even speak My mouth is dry and I can't move my feet Two seconds ago I was doing just fine But this vixen walked past and stopped all of time She blew right through me And took with me the air Drop dead gorgeous is she I could do no more than stare How can you die While standing still upright How can you br... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Responsibility: 5 of 51
Why do I have to take charge It's not my responsibility Why do you always take a backseat Why is everything left up to me Are you afraid of being wrong Is there something I don't see Or are you just afraid of consequence You have to grow up eventually Why won't you make a decision Be the man you're meant to be Take control o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The jungle: 4 of 40
A midnight mist does rise Against the starry skies But all is unseen Under jungle canopy And silent are my cries Another night does fall And gives life to things that crawl Beneath my feet And then retreat Nothing I can do at all A maze gets rearranged Everything seems changed I could run and run But until there's sun I need... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Do unto others: 14 of 134
With humble grace I bow my head Do unto others, my Father said Do right, keep straight Take the higher road I am trying, dear Father But heavy is my load Do unto others As I would have done It seems so simple Something easily won I keep a heavy soul But I bear none to all I carry their burdens too I am feeling very small Do ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 16 of 142
I hear you, I do I hear the words you speak But haven't you figured out They mean nothing now to me I hear you say you're sorry I can also hear that tone I hear you say so many things That sound as cold as stone I hear you, I'm listening I'll always take the time Why do you always yell at me I can hear you just fine I hear y... More..