A Gasp of Breath into the Fog


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Paris exploded;
terror like shockwaves
reached around the world,
it’s like we never got over that first shot –
but honestly,
do you know what else happened that day?
Are you aware of the warcries being spun out into space
like a nightmare lullaby in a planetary music box named Earth
that when you
crack through the atmosphere
the song is going full blast
in random patches
and covered by the media
that blasts it out and builds on itself to keep itself going.
Dystopian future?
We just have a veneer covering up their true motives;
Oh how can I not see
the greed
between the lines when every time the television chimes,
another castastrophy has rocked the world,
but that may rely on your sources,
it’s all so jumbled right now;


War of Words- Poems written during CBS’s Face the Nation 7/13/14


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Poem written during Face the Nation interview with Benjamin Netanyahu, Israel’s Prime Minister

Bombs blasting back and forth

This fight seems to have gone on for all time;

periods of peace being as fleeting as a thought through a mind.

I feel like a voyeur

watching your suffering across a screen

How will you know you’ve won?

I’m sorry, but there is no achievement in sight

Fluctuating between calm and threat

“Look I’m not going to go into the details, but sometimes people just want to kill you.”

The ideal to coexist

seems like a naive sentiment

in the face

of the destruction

on both sides.

Something crucial

seems to have been lost

in the details.

Rebuttal- a poem written after watching a follow up interview on Face the Nation with Palestinian Ambassador to the US Maen Rashid Areika

Fighting over the right to be

People who are just living their lives and make it from day to day while the military and governments and storms of hate rage in violence that upheave any sense of peace:

I have the utmost respect for your bravery to carry on.

I worry like hell about the constantly   increasing amounts of worldwide anger and violence.

I am constantly reminded of the variety of emotions and experiences humans go through everyday.


with all its tumultuous curves,

is baffling; how can there ever be complete, world-wide peace when you consider we all have a right to seek our desires.

But why do so many believe violence and rage against another is the only way to reach their goals?

Editorial- an afterthought

Forgive my naivety that the optimistic part of me believes we can all live together on this Earth.

The cynical side of me is darkly laughing as it watches people, groups, governments, parts of the world constantly war with each other.

moments fading


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January, what bananas to think a good start would last so long, just two months into the new year

settled into february until it came to a skidding stop on the 27th.

like, “sorry, but we really can’t keep going.”

no, seriously.


jobs come and go. just gotta find my flow.

which is making me think i need a new space for a professional, creative take on literary work, to make my work.

i’ll keep this space as well. as my personal spout through longwinded phrases and the warped wrap of syntax that slow creeps over the lines and makes life seem so simple and direct and not happening in random sections and cause and effect projected into 3D.

oh baby, life is a joy.

let’s figure this out and take things where they are leading,

many avenues are open

[sorry for no posts in months. lots has happened and needed time to process.]


Lunch time thrills


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words are my game.

they pay the bills and yet I fight with them like a heavy weight match.

Fiction is my favored method of syntax, with poetry a close second. But Journalism has taken the drivers wheel, well it can since it pays the gas.

Nights remind me I have four novels I’d like to work on.

Mornings drag me off to the office.

This blog is feeling dull, and I want to make a new one for my professional fiction and poetry,

but i also don’t want any of it stolen.

i need to get my poetry printed in books.

if my uncle can do it, then so can i.

now get back to work.


familiar nook


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Here I am again in my favorite nook
looking out to a familiar scene

wondering why we never or why no one has ever put bubbles into that fountain

thinking of times with boyfriend to come

(ta-dunt-dun…i really need a drum kit to follow me around)

listening to librarians soft chatter

and an old mans breathing next to me as he slowly taps out an email

perhaps to his long-lost daughter

but i’m romanticizing things again

i’m pretty sure he is trying to figure out how to set up an online account

times are a movin’

things are changin’

life is pattering on

time is in so i can be paid

zines have been spoke of

fiction to be sent

pages turning and newspapers rustling

articles of beautiful cars being written

three blocks away my mom soaks into another episode of Gunsmoke

71 degrees Fahrenheit the day after Christmas, ahhh Florida I love ya

birds gliding on the wind

simple pleasures when you stop to look around.

Happy Anniversary…Again


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Logged in to see that it was 5 years ago, in a boring high school class as my 17-year-old self created this blog as a place for my words. Let’s see what has changed:

  • Graduated High School
  • Got into college
  • Focused on what I love; literature and creative writing.
  • Have four notebooks with notes for four books
  • many completed short stories
  • many poems
  • created a multimedia poetry project (See: Words From Paint link)
  • Finished a manuscript for a poetry book
  • Graduated from college with a BA; in four years
  • Internship at a magazine publishing company
  • Hired as the Assistant Editor for the magazine publishing company
  • helped launch brand new magazine, First Coast magazine, along with the three other magazines we put out
  • go on photo shoots a lot
  • coordinate and assign stories
  • write articles
  • edit
  • grown up things

yeah, that’s why I haven’t posted as much as I used to.

Please stay tuned.

Thanks for sticking around.

Time flies, man.

Words on a page is what that writer was mumbling under their breathe


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Circles building, words languishing, and views of people blurring back and forth like birdies flying around your head.
Days are passing.
Mischiefs are managed.
yet they always panic because they forgot to set the alarm
But no, that can’t be the problem. That’s too simple.
The boxes are piling, the paper is weighing, and yet the words still aren’t satisfied.

Constantly shifting between this & that
while keeping each of their interests straight in my head.
Keeping in one game while chasing myself into a new one while I am still in curve one of the greater race. Gotta hold out hope it isn’t just a 50 yard dash–I’m ready to go the scenic route.

Lots of copy! Lots of paper! Lots of names! Lots of style!
Maybe just not your style. Words are the game, the race, the greatest prize, and the highest honor. Composing them carefully or letting them flow free & wild & obscene. Exploring the imagination to build creative profile and a work style.

Keeping my head true to fiction, but starting out fresh with my old friend nonfiction journalism.

What was that old girl scout saying?

Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold.

Guess that can be said about my old friend the written word. Just trying out different genres & enjoying them each as I write more & more.

Fiction Fix 14!!!!


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Fiction Fix is proud to present issue 14!

Please click the words Fiction Fix in the first line, or the link on my blogroll on my page, or simply put:


Into your browser & please read these wonderful stories & view the beautiful artwork!


Pizza & Conceptual Poetry


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I finished my first full length manuscript that I am on the hunt to get published as a paperback!
E-book too, but I want to get something of mine in print. And it’s not fiction, it’s conceptual poetry! What a twist! I started writing it as a silly constraint to entertain me as I read Postmodern American Poetry Second Edition anthology to update myself before I spoke with a poetess about Flarf poetry. The result is 114 stanzas created from words used in 114 poets’ poems. Each stanza having as many lines as poems were included for each poet. The most lines in one stanza was thirteen. The smallest stanza is one line.
I have communicated with the editor of the anthology I used as reference & sent him a copy of the manuscript. It’s like my baby is running across country: both a proud moment & a moment of unbelievable fear.
Although I most just write poetry-like things on here, my main writing is fiction; long, random bursts of prose, nano, flash, or short stories.

As I sit here eating pizza, & writing this through the WordPress app, I am thinking of how things have changed. I graduate with my BA August 2nd. My resume has been primed for me to start submitting it, & I want to take care of me & bf’s house.

Times they are a-changin’.

Words From Paint


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Here you go readers! Please view my finalized and complete creative writing project, Words From Paint. :]


By Kelsie Sandage

Link to Words From Paint


This multimedia project is best viewed in full screen. Enjoy this culmination of painting, writing, and online interactivity.

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