A Poem: Minneapolis

Written in 2005, this poem was born out of romantic love. Perhaps it holds new meaning in 2020.

Live in REO Town!

As part of the REO Town Reading Series, I’m excited to present my work live with other talented Michigan authors! This time, I’ll share the adventures in a tale of magical realism called Black Jack & The Dawn of Dark Pollution. How could darkness wreak havoc in the city during daylight? Read the full story!

Whistling on a Mountain

If one happens to be out alone at night under the Aurora Borealis and hears a whistling sound, one has only to whistle in return, and the lights will come closer out of curiosity. This legend speaks to the mystery and awe of the Aurora Borealis, which inspired my first novel.

“Thirsty for the Marvelous”

“I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” — Anaïs Nin Art…

The First Five

In 2016, I started writing short stories as a way to study the writing craft and tap into more creativity. Take a look at what’s shaping up to be the first five!

It’s Fiction Friday!

It’s #FictionFriday! To celebrate, I’m sharing an excerpt from Part II of my novel about the Aurora Borealis! Get a glimpse of the work before it’s picked up. For a limited time, you can read the Aurora Novel Excerpt posted on the Writing section of my website. Just click the link above, and enter the…

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” ― Anaïs Nin

#5DaysofFiction All writing, all the time. From Thursday, February 23 to Monday, February 27, I am going to focus fully on fiction! I’ll be sharing the experience on social media with day in the life photos, insights, opportunities and breakthroughs! Follow along on Twitter, Instagram, my personal Facebook Timeline or the Melissa F. Kaelin Art…

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”…