Katie Foutz Voss | WritersCafe.org

Even lovers are killers

Even lovers are killersand secret keepers are spillerswhen the sunset of the affair rises.You know what they say,"Life is full of surprises."It's been nearly ten yearssince we met in the snowand every day I remember lesshow I made you let me go.But sometimes I have to spread ou..

the things that upset you

prioritize

So What's So Bad

for somebody's someone.

Changeling

June 19, 2010.

Where There's Gold

August 14, 2010.

We(re)solved

distances.

Surprise

Story for workshop portfolio #4. Happy campers.

Prison

Story for workshop portfolio #3. For Virginia Foutz, November 28, 1924 - April 19, 2010.

Understanding

Story for workshop portfolio #2. The mind of a woman vs. the heart of her daughter.

Moonshine

Story for workshop portfolio #1. A mountain, some hippies, and forgetfulness.

How to Read a Woman

for Virginia.

What You Get

For my writing workshop. Assignment: one character wants something the other character is not willing to give.

The Real Surprise

For my writing workshop. Assignment: show a character acting upset about one thing, when the frustration is really stemming from something else.

Implications

For my writing workshop. Assignment: write about a conversation where one person won't listen.

A Decision

For my writing workshop. Assignment: change of character.

Losses All Lead to Findings

for JBV

Being a Principle Force

the human in me hates the English major in me

Landlocked

for JBV

The Body-Prison

"You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body." -C.S. Lewis

Roundabout

the pattern of apology

Caught

for JBV <3

An Unnecessary Comparison

for Joseph <3

I Was Little Once

for the one who let us down.

The Yard

just once aware.

In My Pocket

for the memory of a man.

You Said Winter Slows You Down

for JW.

Continuous Fragments

things I do during Ren Lit: 1. write poems. 2. check the time.

Chalk

for Graddy.

Here

Spill.

Running Out

Hallways are so much less comforting when I have to stand on my tiptoes just so my tears will reach your shoulder, and clocks are much more violent when sleep lingers in each of your kisses which coax me back to calmness. The morning's rising lights stare us down, while the second hand..

The skeleton in the closet crawled out today

inescapable.

And Every Morning After

Summer Scribbles 2009 #8

Trouble

Summer Scribbles 2009 #6

Adaptation

Summer Scribbles 2009 #2

To Be Beautiful

Summer Scribbles 2009, #1

Give and Take

Memory mixed with hope.

There Will Never Be Peace

Moments of ravenous cynicism.

And Everything Suffers

Me and my solitude are driving alone down highway 410. The silver moon is mocking me from a stage of clouds.Those clouds, blushing rosy at his nasty jokes, giggling.There's a song stuck in my head I can't remember.Evergreens sway, dancing along to the unknown tune.Big flakes of snow give p..

Bruised Hues

I know You see what's in me, and what's leaking out asI've got a three-eighths brush in my shaking fist andtears in the pain colored painting water, tears in the cupthat's filled with a liquid wound. I can't move to empty it.Outside the sunlight is calling me to melt in its glory,but I am ..

The Key To Learning, or Something Worse

The song is on repeat, and I repeat,Oh, let's repeat that last line butlet's try it again. Once more, with feeling.The silence between statements stretches,your expression takes over the conversation.Don't look at me that way, I can't stand it!If only your mouth would want to dowhat I ..

In Patient Devastation

for a contest. digging up skeletons for this one.

If I'm Satisfied

People starve all the time andWhat right do you haveTo deprive me, yet… What right do I haveTo deprive myself? I am empty ofWhat was left.The remainsAre shaking in my fingers.LeftoversLeaking from a pairOf hollow bowls.I mean…eyes…. ..

One of Us Will Always Give In

Written for the 'Wedding Bells' contest. (no, I'm not actually married.)

The Uneducated Conclusion

Guilty until proven innocent.

The Meaning of Arcturus: The Release

Still seeking sanctuary.

The Meaning of Arcturus: An Ode

Seeking sanctuary.

Pretty With A Pistol

Today is one of those blue-sky, wide-open types.Just a reminder of how much I love the desert,the sandy wind all abrasive against my skin. I miss the spice in the air and rattle snakeswarning us to never go into the long grass.Days and nights blended under that sun.We don't have to go ..

The Last Morning II

For our Benny. (originally written in 2008. rewritten April 2009.)

Excavation

With my hands in the ground...

The Fury and the Glory

Storms, with a literary reference. Gold star to anyone who catches the reference.