Kelly Salasin

Tag: seasons

  • Midnight Mile-Marker 63

    I want to capture what it is to leave an elevation of seventeen hundred feet– thickly forested, steep, snow bound… and arrive at the ocean’s floor.  It’s mile marker 63 when it hits me.  Suddenly the world is flat.  I feel it on the inside first.  There is a shift in my internal wake, a…

  • REST!

    by Kelly Salasin Home sick, I’ve been called to write for days, but excepting posts on Facebook & Twitter, I’ve rebuked the call. “I don’t feel good and don’t want to write,” I hiss at my muse, but the pressing doesn’t stop. The truth is that I know I’m on the cusp of recovery because last…