Kellie Kreissit’s 45 degrees and coolingthe air is still crisp with the morning rain and smells like falling leavesSep 28, 2022Sep 28, 2022
Kellie KreissThere Were Fires Growing ThereFirst published with Clover & White, November 2019Sep 25, 2022Sep 25, 2022
Kellie KreissWill your athleisure-wear help get you through the Trump-ocalypse?By now it’s safe to say that the majority of us, in some form or another, have given into the temptation of the athleisure trend — with its…Mar 20, 2017Mar 20, 2017
Kellie KreissMotherI watched my mother through the slit in my bedroom doorway. She was in the kitchen; it was around noon and the warmth from the sun was just…Feb 24, 2017Feb 24, 2017
Kellie KreissMan in the MeadowThe sun was high, it was well past noon. There was a sweeping wind weaving its way through a meadow encased by misshapen rows of trees…Jun 15, 2016Jun 15, 2016
Kellie KreissDepartmentI had no idea why I was there, wandering around — conscious of the fact that I was lost, yet feeling no anxiety of being so. The thing I…Apr 30, 2015Apr 30, 2015
Kellie KreissSights from SuburbiaThe buildings rise up tall and jagged from the thin, ever crowded streets as they jut away from one another in all directions, leaving us…Nov 2, 2014Nov 2, 2014