Kelsey Clarey
Bio
She/Her/Fae/Faer. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. I mostly write poetry and flash fiction currently, a lot of it fantasy/folklore/fairy tale inspired. I also like to do a lot of fiber arts and design TTRPGs.
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Family Favourite Christmas Cookies
I don't remember exactly what year the 12 Cookies of Christmas tradition began, but I do remember what kicked it off. We still got our provincial newspaper every day at the time, and one day in November there was an insert tucked in between the folds. This insert was filled with recipes and pictures of beautifully decorated Christmas cookies, and my dad took it and ran with it. Determined to make 12 kinds of cookies for our family before the holidays were over, he pulled both from that newspaper insert and from the various recipes he had collected over the years. As far bake as I can remember, my dad has loved to bake things and loved Christmas. This challenge that blended the two was perfect for him. Since I also loved Christmas and loved to help him bake, I guess it was perfect for me too.
By Kelsey Clarey10 months ago in Feast
Careful where you walk...
A sudden shiver, Someone walks over my grave, Waking me again. πͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦ππͺ¦π This poem was written for the Spooky Haiku Challenge from the Vocal + Assist facebook group. Find out more here:
By Kelsey Clarey10 months ago in Poets
Anne Girl
Spending every Summer and Thanksgiving visiting my extended family in Prince Edward Island, Anne of Green Gables was unavoidable. The spunky little redheaded orphan is basically a provincial symbol β like the ladyβs slipper flower, the red oak tree, or the rust-colored soil that lines the shore and roadsides. Some Islanders embrace her, others are indifferent to what they might see as another part of the all-too-important tourism industry. But for me? As Anne herself would have put it, she and I are Kindred Spirits.
By Kelsey Clarey10 months ago in BookClub
Little Witch, Little Witch
Do you remember reading the book βBrown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?β in elementary school? It was something of a staple in mine. I donβt think I could even come close to figuring out how many times that book was read to us in Primary and Grade One. Honestly, for someone who was consistently at a reading level a grade or two higher than the grade she was in, it was kind of boring. I can appreciate the rhythm of it and the artful illustrations now, as an adult, but little me got tired of it very quickly.
By Kelsey Clarey11 months ago in Writers
Out Of The Looking Glass. Top Story - September 2023.
The first mirror was an antique, something that Miriam had found when she first moved into this house, covered up by a sheet and thick layer of dust. The second mirror was from Ikea. Brand new, very minimalist, nothing to stand out next to the ornate, hand-carved frame of the antique. Which, of course, was the entire point. The idea for the piece had seemed to spring to Miriamβs mind as soon as she had found the old mirror. The old reflecting the new, the past contrasting with the present and vice versa. If she could get the angles right, it would make for some great photographs.
By Kelsey Clarey11 months ago in Fiction
Who I Could Have Been
What might my profession be if I had a chance to be born in another era? This should be an easy question for me. Iβve always been a bit of a history nerd, entirely fascinated by the lives of the people who lived before me. Books like Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, Little House on the Prairie, the entire Dear Canada series, and anything by Jane Austen have long been some of my favorites. As a child, I was always dressing up and pretending like I was the protagonist of these books, living out their lives decades or centuries before I was ever born.
By Kelsey Clareyabout a year ago in History
Solo Heist
Getting to the vault was easy. Sabrinaβs forging skills werenβt quite up to Odetteβs level, but they were passable enough to get her through the door. A little charm to maneuver her way through the event space, a little stealth to slip away, and a little finesse to get past the lock and β
By Kelsey Clareyabout a year ago in Fiction
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