Judey Kalchik

Joined February 2021

527 stories

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It's my time to find and use my voice.

Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.

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Feast of Love
soft slippery silk stoppers sidetracking sight, sharpening senses passion perfumes, perspiration pheromones permeating pillows
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
OKAY ALREADY- So What?
August 2025 edit: The Project 2025 Tracker. Original Content I've thought about this for a while, and when I saw the short written and performed by Jason Kravits below, I knew it was time to write about it. Take a minute or so to watch and listen.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in The Swamp
Call of the Wild
I am so cold. ~ I don't understand how I got here. One minute I was with my mother, and the next I'm..... I don't know where I am. I miss the blanket. I miss the soft. I miss the dry.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Psyche
Sunrise Service. Top Story - September 2024.
Where is that phone? Must stop the ringing alarm noise making What is that strange light? Where is the happy coffee juice I need?
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Not a Drill. Content Warning.
'Shooter! Active! All must hide In place!' Whispered shuffling. Lights out. Doors barricaded. Everyone huddles together.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Casual?. Content Warning.
There is an irony in describing someone shot as a 'casualty'. screenshot There is nothing 'casual' in the act of bringing a gun into a school,
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Mr. O'Neal's Lesson
Mr. and Mrs. O'Neal were always there. Every Sunday morning. Every Sunday evening. On Wednesday prayer meetings. Each Sunday School picnic. Each wedding and its reception. At the yearly Memorial Day picnic. Always there. Always together.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Marriage
The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
The flames flickered as they devoured the visions within bindings of the books. The fire had been burning forever although just last week was the day the first actual flame of hate and intolerance leapt forth to consume the words that now were forever silent.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Fiction
Threads That Tie Us Together
AnnaJean used to work at the French Fry Factory in Century III Mall in West Mifflin, PA. The food-court tables always had folks chowing down on the yummy fries. It didn’t hurt that they gave mall employees a nice discount, either.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Humans
Miracle
Slower and slower; it's not my imagination, not today. Infant hearts usually beat quickly, don't they? Lest my breaths obscure yours, I breathe in slowly and hold.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Sadness is awareness
Sadness is awareness of loss. Infinite regret grappling with what never was or will be Liminal void, grief seeping and pooling in a vacuum
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
A New Fishing Hole
My husband grew up fishing in the lake in his backyard. His whole family, back several generations, grew up on that property and fished in that lake. It was comfortable, familiar. They knew every inch in every season.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Writers