KE: I'm a wife, mom and a chocolate fan. (Milk, not dark and I don't like Hershey's.) My writing, I guess could be compared to what Forest Gump's mama said...'it's like a box of chocolates, ya never know what your gonna get.' What I write depends solely on my mood, what I am feeling or going through at that moment. If something moves me, a memory, a song, a road I am driving, I have to write it down immediately. Sometimes I save it for upcoming collections and sometimes I can't wait to share it so it hits my blog right away. I never ever write anything just to be writing. Whenever I have done that, it has been garbage. So if you read something of mine, know that it was penned during extreme compulsion and gluttony on a feeling I was having. And I do not edit it. How it landed on the page, is what stays there. This being for poetry...the novel I'm working on is another story.
KE: Oh man, so many things inspired Jagged. Mostly pain and heartache and times of depression in my life. The pieces were written over scattered periods of some of the most difficult times in my life. While gathering work for a possible collection, I found them and decided to try and section them into a way that would reveal how my life shifted. From losing two of the most important people in my life (pieces of death), through losing lovers (pieces of love), through my inner turmoil and struggle (pieces of depression) and then the light at the end of the tunnel (pieces of hope), which includes some of the epiphany's I had as I tried to make sense of things that were affecting my inner self. The 'mood' of the book was fantastically portrayed in the trailer. Hope you like it:
KE: The piece that is most personal to me would have to be 'Dear Death'. It sums up my ghosts perfectly. This piece was never meant to be shared and was an entry in a journal I was keeping. But I decided to let it go...
I think about you a lot more than I should. You have stolen so many
pieces of my heart away and left me in perpetual mourning. You linger
in the front lobe of my brain, and every turn I near, there you are. You
haunt me and I cannot live for the needle of worry you have straightlined
into my veins.
I remember when you first came. It was my uncle Lester, and I stood
about three feet tall and listened to firing guns as they lowered him into
the ground. I felt you standing behind me and you were so cold. I didn’t
give you any tears that day. You were a stranger, odd and distant.
You came back for my uncle Lowell, and then two of my grandpa’s and
I got to know you a little better and tears came, but they remained few
until . . .
You came back like a lion’s roar, rumbling my whole existence, demanding
I take notice of you and I did. You took her. My sweet grandma, the
one who held me all the times you came before. Now, there I was, holding
her hand while you crept into the room and began to slowly pull her
from my grip. It was then I realized, you were never going to leave me
alone, and every time you returned you would make sure it hurt a little
more, and you have done so accordingly.
You came and stole Uncle Greg while he slept. Why? Why couldn’t you
just let us say goodbye? You didn’t even call ahead this time! I hate you
for that; your cruelty is unforgiving and now, just before Christmas,
when children are supposed to be happy and grandkids are wishing for
snow, you come in like a blizzard and snatch him away, my father, their
granddad, during what should be the merriest of seasons, and forever
taint this time of year for everyone who loved him. Why must you be
I know now, you are inevitable. I know that I will cry again. I know that
you will one day come for me, too, and this is all that I think of every
day, every minute, every second. I constantly await your return when I
want to cast you like a stone into the deep, but . . .
I am the one drowning instead.
Jagged Little Pieces
COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Kellie Elmore
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing
KE: I hope people will find something that resonates with them. A piece that maybe speaks something for them that they were unable to voice themselves...and know that someone else has felt the same way too.
KE: I am! I am just over 20k words into my very first full length novel in which I am documenting the journey on my blog at kellieelmore.com for my readers. (See my 'Author Notes' category) Also, I'm writing a few more pieces to finish up a collection of prose or as I call them 'short-short stories' that could possibly release in November. As of now, the title is Candy from Strangers so be sure to keep an eye out for it. I'm really excited about both projects!
Thank you so much for having me over! It was a pleasure chatting with you! I invite everyone to follow me on Twitter and my Fan Page on Facebook. See you there!