Born in the city of Columbus, Ohio and relocated to a rural town in East Tennessee at an early age, Kellie Elmore is a self proclaimed Southerner at heart, and a writer who believes self-expression is most beautiful in its pure, raw and unedited form. She transforms the simplest words into something you can feel, often immersing her readers in a sense of nostalgia. Kellie finds inspiration in nature and in the humble surroundings of her “backyard” – Southeast Tennessee.
Through her charming prose and engrossing narratives, Kellie writes freely on many subjects both fiction and semi-autobiographical, penning her way through cherished and magical moments as well as tragic losses. Her goal is to take readers back, rekindle a memory or elicit a feeling.
Kellie’s debut collection was recently featured in Southern Writers Magazine and the reviews have been consistent, all agreeing that Magic in the Backyard is a must read. Her poetry was also selected and included in the Voice Your Verse project, an anthology titled “If the World Were Your Classroom” by shesthefirst.org, a cause which helps fund girls education.
Currently, Kellie is writing her first full length novel.
“...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.”
“Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.”
“It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.”
“You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.”
“I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.”
“The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.”
“...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.”
“Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.”
“Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.”
“What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.”
“I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.”
“I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.”
“Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.”
“Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.”
“This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)”
“It's summer and time for wandering...”
“...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...”
“Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...”
“That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.”
“Don't just follow your dreams; chase them down, grab hold and don't let go.”
“When YOU stop believing one person in the world cannot make a difference; differences in the world will be made.”
“Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…”
“How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.”
“...what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no matter what shoes you wear.”
“Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.”
“The train blows through towndelivering reality,slapping my face and screaming,“You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.”
“Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.”
“I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.”
“The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.”
“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.”
“Puttin’ on a cowboy hat & a pair of boots doesn’t make you country; Like puttin’ on a ball gown & glass heels won’t make me Cinderella.”
“From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.”
“Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.”
“Dreams are humans wings.”
“Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”
“If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.”
“Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.”
“Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.”
“I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.”
“Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.”
“Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.”