http://slow.writerscafe.org/kimARTel The original writings of author Kim Martel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206193 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is that salted feelingAnd I’m walking in the f*****g desertIn my jesus shoes,Picking the rocks out of my soles.I’m deeply engaged in some bizarre endeavorSearching for a breeze some ease of airThe only thing I know to pray for is to learn to breathI fill my lungs with sand and disso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimARTel/1030069/ Cherry Street, clad in wind-chimes and well groomed grass, Every blade and equal four inches long and proud.They will name a new Crayola Crayon “Emmaus Green.”The windows are tall and overly complicated   --moving glass, moving screensEven windex cannot cure their historyThe ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimARTel/1029032/ They circled in... Vultures. Three of them till six, seven... eight fists hammered my chests and ears and bones into the sidewalk. Feathers of innocence burst into the air and landed like stones.And they cackled and barked and continued to beat, ripping any chance of flight off my backAs I pleaded -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimARTel/1028925/