Kate AKS : Writing

Midnight's magic

Midnight's magic

A Story by Kate AKS


Warning: Don't read people with stones instead of hearts; look for another writer.
I miss the sound of typewriting

I miss the sound of typewriting

A Poem by Kate AKS


Creation of the poem
The Chess

The Chess

A Poem by Kate AKS


It's not about chess.
The gloomy sky

The gloomy sky

A Poem by Kate AKS


Rainy day vibes
Looking at the sky

Looking at the sky

A Poem by Kate AKS


Why do we share our lives with strangers?
There must be the balance

There must be the balance

A Poem by Kate AKS


Hope for the balance or explanation
It covers all

It covers all

A Poem by Kate AKS


How is life inside of war?
To meditate

To meditate

A Poem by Kate AKS


It's such difficult to find quietness in own mind
Another name

Another name

A Poem by Kate AKS


Why writers choose pen names and how this changes destiny
Who needs a phone book?

Who needs a phone book?

A Poem by Kate AKS


Our lifestyle changed, but probably we miss someone from old phone books

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