A Poem: Minneapolis

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

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.

A Still Life Water Color

It’s time. I’m excited to share that I’ve relaunched my blog! This time, the writing will explore new topics, relate new adventures, and even offer creative advice.

“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 power of imagination makes us infinite.”
— John Muir

#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…

My Metamorphosis

A butterfly is at first only a caterpillar. It is through metamorphosis — the transformation inside her silky cocoon — that the caterpillar gets its wings.

Fiction Friday

Time to spice it up! I’ve added some fiction under Writing. On #FictionFriday, get a glimpse of my work. Just follow me on Facebook or Twitter to get the secret code!