Kaylee Lowe

Kaylee Lowe is an undergraduate student at Cumberland University. She is a freshman enrolled in Introduction to Creative Writing at Cumberland. She has been writing short stories since she was 14 and is interested in pursuing an English and Creative Writing double major.

Roma’s Scent

Musty perfume,
The kind that grows on you
The haze of cheap cigarettes
Contrasted against the crisp Adriatic air

Catching that familiar scent in my lungs,
I was back on that bus,
My head rattling against the window.
I was drifting along those canals,
Jogging through those modest alleyways,
Scaling those mossy walls

It was as if my feet were planted on the cobblestone,
My fingers trailing the metal railing
My eyes were sweeping the Mediterranean,
My hair pushed back by its current.

I was back
Where there was no heart in need of mending,
No tips to be collected,
No debts to be paid,
At ease in that floating city

The Eldest Daughter

Why are the dishes still in the sink?
They will mold overnight.
Why has your dog not been taken out?
The four of you relentlessly begged for her.
Did you pick up your brother from practice?
You have left him waiting too long in the cold.
You forgot to help your sister with her homework?
She will fail because of you.
Why have you picked up less shifts at the shop?
Your family comes first.


The baby has been crying all day,
Did you not feed him?
Your sister will rot her brain out with tv,
How come you never take her outside?
It’s been a long day at the office,
Where is dinner?
She wanted braids, not a ponytail,
Why can’t you just wake up earlier?
That university is an hour away,
Who will take care of this family?


NOVUS Literary and
Arts Journal
Lebanon, TN