(A while back, something terrible happened between the head and the heart. They’ve hardly spoken ever since.)

Hi, I'm Kalyn. I hope you feel at home in my words.

My first book of poems and essays entitled "High Wire Darlings" is now available. Please visit my book page for ordering info.
Someday, this instrument and I will finish what we started.

Someday, this instrument and I will finish what we started.

There will be days when you can’t drink enough coffee
and his voice in your head is an echo that won’t stop bouncing back
You sit at the window watching the apples hang low on their boughs
but won’t go out to feel the sun

You wouldn’t pick the apples anyway because they are prettier
in the arms of their tree than they would be rotting on your countertop

Tell yourself, again, to leave him alone
He never belonged to you anyway

-Rotten Fruit | Kalyn RoseAnne

Rain clouds far off on the horizon during a drought and all the wrong kinds of falling in love. Sad songs and an 85 degree winter. And tomorrow we’re gonna do it all again.

Wandered a beautiful forest for a couple hours earlier doing a photo shoot of my beautiful friend Evie (livingggg) wearing gorgeous clothes that another friend of ours made. (Here’s her etsy.) Sitting outside tired from sharing conversation into the morning hours, drinking coffee, feeling the breeze brush my face, and feeling absolutely lucky to be living the life that I am. My heart has been heavy lately but even still, it’s a beautiful life that I am ever-grateful for. Can’t wait to share these photos with you guys. She absolutely rocked it.

Sometimes dear friends buy you killer hats.

Sometimes dear friends buy you killer hats.

Anonymous said: I saw one of your quotes on Pinterest - about being 23 and "you just don't feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but "Mom's" probably wouldn't feel like him anymore either..when you realize you'll never be this young again but this is the first time you've ever been this old." I read this quote and felt like you were absolutely in my brain. I bought your book after following the link and can't wait to read more of your writing. It's incredibly relatable. Keep it up!

This is amazing. :) I’m so glad you found my writing and loved it enough to buy my little book. I sincerely hope the rest of it resonates just as much as that one piece. Thank you so, so much! Have a beautiful day.

I sometimes find myself in moments hard to speak about and so I write them to keep them real. To remember. To whisper to myself, “Yes, it happened just that way.”

Yesterday I shared a moment with a friend that I scarcely believe happened because perfection so rarely does. I sat on my porch on a temperate summer day while my dear friend Sean played me two new songs. Back when we were first getting to know each other I sent him James Kavanaugh’s introduction to “There are Men too Gentle to Live Among Wolves” and it thundered through his soul like it had mine months before. And he went and built a song around that line and it’s one of the prettiest, rawest, realest tunes I’ve heard in a very long time. He followed that with an equally wonderful song that he’s used one of my lines in. I sat there tearing up just as I am now. Dumbfounded and in awe of the ways we connect with souls through years of distance and chronos time and in love with the way it all melts in moments like these. You have what you’re in; It’s real. And you want to stop time for while. And maybe, maybe, that’s exactly what you’ve done.

Sean is one of the realest, most genuine folks I have the privilege of calling a friend. His life and his art are synonymous and I am lucky to know him. It might be a while before these songs are recorded but as soon as they are I’m posting ‘em up. If you don’t know this man’s music, please, treat yourself to one of the finer things in life.


I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.

written by James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves (via kalynroseanne)
My thoughts are stars and I am growing desperate for someone to map out my constellations.
People are always shouting that they want a better future. It’s not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason we want to be masters of the future is to change the past.
written by Milan Kundera

Potentially adding “girl band” to the list of creative projects to come out of this summer and we mainly just know that covering this haunting, beautiful thing is priority.

(Source: Spotify)

Sunday shout out to you guys that hang around even when I’m not posting much of anything about anything. U r cool.

The way I hold cats is successfully.

The way I hold cats is successfully.

Anonymous said: I needed to find your blog. Possibly the most beautiful one I have seen. Keep doing what you do :)

I can’t even believe this, it’s so sweet. Thank you!