Kay Husnick

Joined December 2017

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When I miss you
When I miss you, I miss my best friend, the person I could sing with in the car on afternoon drives to nowhere in particular,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Critiquing Critique
When Vocal announced four new communities over the summer, Critique immediately caught my attention. The idea for this community made so much sense for a platform with such a vibrant, supportive collection of writers.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Critique
Red flags. Top Story - December 2023.
Deep down, I think I like the red flags, the familiarity of them. All the warning signs feel like excitement at first, muffling the little voice in the back of my head, the one who asks questions, thinks things through, the one who knows better.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Cheap, Easy Nutella Fudge
Growing up, I had it in my head that fudge was difficult to make. It was always an expensive dessert in childhood fundraising catalogs, and I remembered my mother's comments about it not being a dessert she enjoyed preparing.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Feast
Slow
This relationship is broken, shattered in a million messy pieces, chipped away slowly over time. Damage like this doesn't happen all at once.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
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