Toni Prehoda Kahler | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/tpkahler The original writings of author Toni Prehoda Kahler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032535 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In Reverence the Wildflowers Remembering the forest where I once sought God http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/1244240/ Cocoon I wrap myselfin words:favorites,familiars,dark blissmetamorphosis.Sounds are silklayers, scales,moodsunveiled,rhythm,wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/433643/ My Voyeur My aplologies to Dr. T. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/433271/ A Finished Sculpture In Memorium: L.C. Prehoda 1913 - 1998 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/405089/ For Marion I lost my dear friend to breast cancer last July. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/357175/ The Art of Making Art Outer world, inner world of painting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/316104/ To My Mother Who lost her own when she was young http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/272180/ Intoxicated 6 word story contest entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/270382/ Summerville Your cabin still stands at attention,circled by seedy, tangled grasses.The gnarled sentry still stands guard.I touch its thick trunk, and the rough scarstell me again of blisters you accidentallygave it and yourself in your fight against the fire.Old rogue, all its branches are bare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/264185/ You Forever Like That A moment in time, vividly etched, like a picture flashed upon a screen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/258601/ Hide and Seek Night legschase andnight handscapture andnight arms hold me and night lips whisper. I run hide,I crouchdownlowbehind the bush. I wish myself lowerthan the leaves,I wish myself lowerthan the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/258403/ Eye look at I Eye look at I Two blues,gray-rimmed,and darkat the center---I am, too: blues,and darkat the center. Growing olddoes thingssometimes,like withers you,or hardens,or gives you luckenough to danceall summer ona lawn strewnwith violets.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/255931/ Let Death Take A Warrior what came of an hour in session http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/255048/ The Prayer A sacred swim (a 59-word-limit writing that became a poem) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/255003/ Popcorn the sensuality of eating http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/254991/ Black Dog from the soul of a child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/253484/ The Embrace a sonnet written from the point of view of a woman overwhemed by the guilt of her affair, in contrast with her lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/253357/ Le Petit Bonheur a poem of first love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/251903/ My Other About sexual guilt, a realization of just how deep mother-connections go.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/251777/ Like Father, Like Daughter father-mirror and family secrets, a moment in time and feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/251774/ Saving Yourself A look back, a memory, a loneliness, a knowing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tpkahler/249804/