Coma – Flash Fiction 100 words

A friend of mine has been writing some flash fiction. I thought it’d be fun to give it a try and stretch my writing elsewhere for a minute…

Now back to my regularly scheduled work on my novel… :)

I hope to make a splash back here off and on while I continue working on my book.


John, can you hear me? Her voice trickled through like a drip from the kitchen sink.

Eyes won’t open, muscles try but he just can’t make it happen.

Beep, beep, beep the familiar sound brought him near the surface again. He wanted to get up, tell the world he was here, grab his family and go, but he couldn’t break through.

John, it’s Friday, the kids and I are headed to the park.

Mom, here’s dad’s coffee.

Set it on the coffee table, I don’t think he’ll be joining us.

John, rolled over on the couch, modern day coma consumed.

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

The moon’s promise – Poem

The moon’s promise

Big beautiful full moon
Drifting musical undertones of blues

Color slowly dripping as you rise
Candle wax, light sifting through

You, a bit too soon

I have no warm beach beneath my feet
No ocean to boost your undertones

Filling in with the occasional crashing wave
Or thundering roll of surf

You there, in all your glory
Evening blush drifting from your face

Lighting my sky, but why now

I have no lady holding my hand
Hair blowing in the breeze waiting for your highlights

No evening view of boats lazily drifting
Lights bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the sea

No caress of wave around our ankles
Drawing us closer for warmth

Why now do you show in such glory

Just you and me
Now I see

Not only a lovely sight and dream
But future promise of what will be


Stephen Kellogg – 2015

Basement dweller speaks – haiku – poem

Cozy little town
Tucked away in a basement
Lying in the dark

This poets poor brain
Churns and burns on haikus grand
And rhymes oh so bland

Head on soft pillow
Covers pulled up nice and tight
Fighting nights cool bite

Soft tunes drifting by
Eric Clapton’s Unplugged plays
I think, dream and write

Happy thoughts, a smile
Words spilling, uncorked at last
Basement dweller speaks

Stephen Kellogg – 2015

Reach For Help – Suicide prevention – Poem

I have been impacted in the past by people I’ve known who have committed suicide. On this first day of 2015, I saw a post on Facebook by a friend of mine. Jason just lost another of his friends to suicide. Life is so precious, even when you don’t know the person, hearing about someone else taking their own life is heart breaking. Jason has posted many times over the years urging friends to call, text, stop by his house, anything, just please reach out if they ever need to talk or feel the need to end their life. I don’t know if anyone has taken him up on it, but I know there are many of us that feel the same way as Jason. Please, reach out and the sooner the better. There can be hope, happiness and life can and does turn around for the better for people.

Jason’s recent post prompted this poem.

Reach For Help

Weakened heart brought down by life’s troubles
Chipping away at the mind

Emotions spiral, go silent, numb
Come back screaming, leaving you reeling

Ups and downs
A ship battered by life’s storms

Precious heart don’t despair to final end
Remember as a child, you’d chance it

Learning to swim
Or to ride a bike

Pushing just a little bit more
To find the side of the pool

Reaching out for helping hands
To catch you as you fell

Guiding you back to a safe place
Where balance could take hold

Those hands are there now
Reach out, give them a chance

A phone call, a visit
A cry for help

Your life is too precious to let go
You may not see it but others do

Give them a chance to show you
Give them a chance to know you

Grab that childlike hope and once again
Reach out and grab on to the side of the pool

We are here


Stephen Kellogg – 2015

There are other forms of help as well, please take the step now:


Happy New Year – acrostic

Happy New Year!

Trusting that this new year will be a successful one on the writing front both in terms of postings here on my blog and in my novel. Welcome to 2015!




Stephen Kellogg – 2015

Follow your passion daily – Acrostic

I’m heading over to a local bar tonight… why? Because it’s open mic night for musicians. This is important because…
I enjoy listening to it, playing it, singing it, feeling it… etc. it…

A couple of weeks ago, I talked to one of the regulars there and he said he wished he’d have followed his musical passion more as a kid and that he wished his parents would have supported him more.  He thought it was awesome that I had taken my youngest (12) there to play at open mic night and how much all my kids are into music (both playing and listening). He’s making up for it now, diving into music and really enjoying it.

Tonight I talked with a couple of folks and we were discussing some of the things we do. I mentioned some of the things I do,  music, writing poetry, working on a novel etc. and he said… wow I wish I had something like that to do.

I suppose the acrostic below is a bit of my response to that comment.


Follow your passion daily






Stephen Kellogg – 2014


Wishing doesn’t make it so :D

Precious Cargo – Hearts – Poem

My kids headed down to GA today to see their grandparents, cousins etc. I wrote this poem as I already miss them…

Precious Cargo – Hearts

Precious cargo, hearts intact
Head down south where pines blow in the breeze
Pollen makes you sneeze
And covers everything in a yellowy-green

Precious cargo, hearts in tow
Head down south where grandparents faces
Beam with expectant glow
Knowing, joy will soon be there

Precious cargo, hearts that scream
For life, love and wondrous things
Where aunts and cousins, guitars and dreams
Welcome the coming of spring

Precious cargo, my heart you hold
Your laughter and love never grow old
So here I’ll sit, with treasure trove
Thoughts of you, ‘til you get home


Stephen Kellogg – 2014

I’ve been waitin – song

Hello friends at WordPress… It’s been a while!
I’m still alive and quite busy. Thought I’d at least show that there’s still creativity happening :D

Thought y’all’d (yes I just used 2 ‘ in one word :) ) get a kick out of this…

I just recorded vocals to a song that Evan (my 12 year old son) and I wrote and recorded. All recorded using the laptop, so the sounds not the best, but it was loads of fun. Evan wrote the music I wrote the lyrics. He and I recorded the music (he’s on guitar and I’m on the drums). I then went back and recorded vocals.
I think when we perform it, we’ll stretch it out and let him rip more on the guitar

2 versions, check them out if you’re interested:

Hope y’all enjoy. Hopefully I’ll get back to poetry sometime soon, but until then, I’ll enjoy music and the creative outlet there.





Immerse yourself – Poem

It’s been a while (once again) since I’ve spent much time on WordPress. Having done so tonight for a bit, the following poem emerged.

Immerse yourself

I look, read, absorb
And am drawn back in
To a place where
Wind blows through trees
Hearts beat to lovers tune
Moonbeams dance
Lovers trance
Pain is spelled in blood
Shot through lens
Poured out on canvas
Spilled in floods
Drained from veins through finger tips
Pounding out the words that express
Love, mess, torn dress society
Reeling from poverty
Broken dreams
Down in the dumps
Slowly rising
Dust swirls and twirls upward
As movement shakes loose dirt
Feet find earth
Hearts hope
Breaking free from doubts grip
Slowly rising
Expression clearing as eyes focus
Girl becomes woman
Shakes off the past
Boy becomes man
Guilt and pain won’t last
Not forgotten in haste
But no longer a binding disgrace
I delve deeper
Finding refuge in the swirling words
Images snapped and blurred
Soaking in others dreams
Thoughts, emotions, pain, joy
A place we can go
Where we know
Others have walked this road
Have gone where I may never go
Dreamed what I may have already lived
Understand, give
Open their hearts
And yours
Poets, photographers, artist
And dreamers of all kind
Building fabric that
Covers you with understanding
Heats your mind
Warms your heart
If you let it


Stephen Kellogg – 2013