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Kellie J. Kucik

About Me

It occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colors, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing.

Instead of staring at the floor.

My Blog

Moleskine

Being a photographer, sometimes you can get caught up in your art, and although you may capture a beautiful image, you run the risk of losing a beautiful moment. The balancing act of knowing when to c...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 01:03:00 GMT

counting backwards.

I'll do everything there is to doeverything but what I can.It's never been enough you seebecause those with one want two,and those with two want three.I do everything there is to doanything but what I...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:51:00 GMT

We lost 29 men in 75.

I lost my head tocallused fingertipsthe breath of the night that settled sweetlyon inviting, warm skin, I traced with my eyesI never wanted more than thisthe sun was just a suggestion on when to risea...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 21:07:00 GMT

get wise soon.

San Diego,the sun is rising right below you.I anticipate it every day.Getting a rise out of you,it doesn't set,I don't set, without knowing if I do.Midnight, one o'clock, maybe later.I've got to finis...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:58:00 GMT

transit authority

space takes timeit takes time to get used to the spaceunderstanding when it's what you needmaking a conscious effortto pay more attention to pay moreattentionto what's on either endmovement takes forc...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:49:00 GMT

Behind Closed Doors

Battery acid and draino. Behind closed doors.The air I'm breathing is not really air its cigarette smoke and crystal meth.Methodic guitar strums serving as a beat to the dull hum of voices.She was thr...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 21:48:00 GMT

The Bend

I almost wish the plane would have crashed, left me with a happy ending.One that would have spared, spared me from the break. The way you've got my heart bending. I'll play it safe. Wear the harness, ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 23:48:00 GMT

mine rarely breaks

I know that absence is supposed to keep you farbut somehow you're feeling closer.They say there's a definition for everythingbut they couldn't touch on defining this.Everything has got me wondering ju...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 11:38:00 GMT

Your eyes are too close together but it’s okay.

I've been painting a picture of your tortureof all the things I could do.It's a beautiful thing, I'll color you in.Fill in the lines with all the anxietiesthe tensionthe sweaty handsthe heavy breathin...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 21:58:00 GMT

This is what love is.

I will tell yoult is oilso many colors you couldn't take it all in with just one glance so you stareit covers youkeeps you in motionif you spilled on sidewalk and it began to pourthe rain wouldn't tou...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 21:48:00 GMT