E. C. Kelly

Writer

Location icon United States of America

E. C. Kelly has an M.A. in Liberal Arts, which is a fancy way of saying she's studied teaching, acting, and creative writing a lot. What motivates her writing is the queer kid born to an unaccepting family. She wants to reach that kid.

Portfolio
Echo: A Journal of Nonfiction Issue 6
03/27/2019
To My Baby Nephew

You go ahead and keep sleeping. I'll say all of this again when you're older.

Chaleur Magazine
08/03/2018
Cheese Stick Fucking

I wish I could say, “Mom. Doctor. I’ve fucked myself with a low-fat mozzarella cheese stick. Can I still get the vaccine? Will it kill me?

Riseupreview
When Wind Snaps Flagpoles

I’d never walked into a classroom after a school shooting before. No, that’s not right. I was eleven when Columbine happened, but my Midwestern mom and my Catholic school teachers hid things pretty well.

INVERTED SYNTAX
07/31/2018
Thoughts on American Beauty

The difference between us was this: I was an 11-year-old girl repressing her bisexuality, and Kevin Spacey is a middle-aged man who had been sexually harassing young (and underage) men for decades.

Burnt Pine Magazine
06/20/2018
River Mud Smell

River mud smells like movement. Losing constrictions. It's rich and mythic, fresh and rotting. The smell is the surrender that can occur when I stop resisting the intuitive swells tucked in the folds above my pelvic bone. I first met that smell when I was lying in my parents' backyard at 3 a.m., naked, my...

|tap| lit mag
02/05/2018
Labia Bats

There’s an anger management technique that tells you to breathe deep and count to ten? I breathe deep, count to ten, and then imagine my labia flapping after Donald Trump like a bat out of hell.

Proximity
10/22/2017
Millennial Paperweights

I am five years old, wearing a steeple-shaped princess hat and holding a sparkly thing from my mom's desk. We're at her office on a Saturday so she can catch up on emails. I take the sparkly thing to my mother and ask what it is. She says, "It's a paperweight, honey.

Adios Barbie
03/14/2016
The Body Monologues: A Call for Radical Empathy

By E.C. Kelly Brené Brown, a wacky woman with great hair, once said, "If you put shame in a petri dish, it needs three ingredients to grow exponentially: secrecy, silence, and judgment." The cure? "Douse it with empathy it can't survive."

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