Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Joy & Wonder: Please Keep On Whispering To Me

My boi boi has gone to heaven. Sixteen years with him just wasn’t enough, so I can only hope that he enjoyed his time here on Earth with a terrible human who tried. The void will never be filled, but I have promised myself and his spirit that I will remember all the lessons Oliver […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Storytellers of the In Between & Down Below: I Am Proud of You

Head noise has exhausted me for the past six weeks or so. Incoherency and lack of direction: exhausting. I’m finally burrowing out of the funk, though, swimming to shore [insert other apt metaphors here]. My elderly dog needing extra attention, people in real life suffering loss and obstacles, realizing that I hadn’t gone to an […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Wounded & Healing. I’m Going To Tell You A Story: Chapter Two

Reminder: This is the story of Clare. Like most of my fictional characters, and many people I’ve learned to love, Clare speaks with a Tennessee accent. She smokes when the urge strikes, cusses a lot, and she prefers whiskey over wine. Clare has known very little happiness in her life, so her story is filled […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Wounded & Healing, I’m Going To Tell You A Story. Chapter One.

This is the story of Clare. Like most of my fictional characters, and many people I’ve learned to love, Clare speaks with a Tennessee accent. She smokes when the urge strikes, cusses a lot, and she prefers whiskey over wine. Clare has known very little happiness in her life, so her story is filled with […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Homegrown Writers Of Love And Regret, I Will Read You. I Will Remember You.

In the past few weeks, I’ve been alternately frustrated, anxiety ridden, angry, and exhausted from all of it. In retrospect, I can calmly admit that I am ridiculous. I am vindicated. And I’m totally willing to go through it all again. Well, almost all of it. Three years ago, I uploaded my two poetry collections […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Lost, Found, And Forgotten: Shedding Tears Only Clears Your Vision, Not Theirs. Forgiveness Frees You, Not Them. Revenge Isn’t Any Sweeter If You Write A Poem About It.

Rejection is something a person can feel right through bone to soul without ever being able to spell the word. Loneliness roots deeper than any tree and grows without a sense of direction or knowing the science of sunrise and sunset. Justice may be slow to come, but it’s inevitable. Happiness isn’t a daily choice, […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Shattered Heartbreakers: Sing Me A Song That Bares All Your Secrets

Perfect feminine face, flawless untrained voice, broken soul. Homegrown handsome, natural showman, easy-going control freak. Together, who are they? The chosen ones, front and center of a 70s rock band that changed the world if just for a little while. Daisy Jones & The Six explores the possibility of damaged people creating momentary perfection for […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Daytime Readers: If You Carry A Vengeful Heart And A Pocketwatch, Meet Me In The Library At Half-Past Noon.

Imagine waking at sunrise with no memory of who you are, and yet a woman’s name is on your lips as you gain consciousness. You are in an unfamiliar wilderness, damp, cold, injured, mind blank except for some urgent, shadowy need to find Anna! Who is Anna? Who are you? Why is your arm bleeding? […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

For The Wanderers Who Walk The Line Between And Know When To Take A Boat Ride

Dearest westward lights, nighttime fires, fellow wanderers who walk the line between and know when to take a boat ride. We, the few, clever enough to know better than to ask for a sign. Signs can be so ambiguous; interpretations can be dangerously loose. In times of trouble we need a snug fit and sturdy […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Whiskey-Niner-Kilo (Excerpt)

Vehicles are parked haphazardly across the center of the road, alongside curbs, doors flung open, engines running. Each one is empty. Max parks the Crawfords’ Ford in front of the Constable’s office, cuts the engine and pockets the keys. Don’t look panicked. Walk in there calm and cool. There is no one present to remark […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

How To

How do you get over this? How do you go through the motions of being a responsible adult? Pay the bills, clean the kitchen … carry on as if you didn’t just create a living breathing multi-faceted heart racing story rich with blood and bones and human foibles. How do you step away from the […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

See The Pretty Girl. The Pretty Girl Has Blue Eyes. The Pretty Girl Is Happy. See How She Smiles And Smiles.

Originally posted March 20, 2018 The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison They say that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. If the beholder is born into a world that has forcibly narrowed the definition of beauty down to a handful of irrefutable criteria, what then? Like all trends, the definition of beauty is […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

Dearest Ones Who Fear The Changing Tide: The Tide Was Never Going To Save You. I Am Truly Sorry.

I had recently begun to read through the comments made by deciding justices in Roe vs Wade, 1971-1973. Briefly, the decision was made after two years of the sitting Justices researching biology, historical medical texts, English Common Law, and even Ancient Greek texts, not to mention the personal, professional, and legal histories of the original […]

by Kathy Boles-Turner

The Want In Me Has Not Broken

The bees are quieting. Pretty colors other than deep green birthed by spring are beginning to wilt. Summer is a hovering haze just above the treetops, dense with the threat of stifling damp heat. That haze will gradually drop, lower, lower, to glossed lip-level. Inhale and slow heavy gulfstreams thicken in the lungs, exhale what […]