http://slow.writerscafe.org/kirstenjmair The original writings of author Kirsten Mair en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048525 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Held captive in the womb of society,An outline is wrapped up in cotton wool worryWith the constant observation of a buzzard's glare.An amniotic sack of suffocating,Regurgitated stale air; a haze of emptyGazes escape through the confines of bay windows.A waiting game commences; the pawns are movedIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1381693/ I peer through the pier slats,Decking coarse against ice cream stained hands,Gazing into the ripples;Fruitlessly searching for Crustaceans.Cast down next to pillars,Chunks of steak meat fit for restaurants,Constrained in nylon nets.The Butcher's choice consumed by the waves.Time passes; impatienceis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1376682/ The issue is: dowe lead a life of lies orlive the lie of life? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1376629/ Gazing past my panes, I, a Melville Twelve,search for a Dulux colour palette tocontrast a blank canvas of Pebble Shore.My Mineral Mists lock on Conway Six.Grasping a supermarket bouquet,startled dahlias (somewhere betweenTangerine Twist and Moroccan Flame)are drooping behind the young suitor. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1358749/ Let's walk up to Millennium Wood.There we can sit on the deckingnext to the frogspawn pondand maybe talk for a while.The air is heavy this morning;with every breath I feelthe dew resting in my lungs.Down the muddy path hidden by trees.Rushing, we hear the racing stream,dim light filtering throughthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1290385/ Chosen from the chinaCup, changing from the known.In my palms a freshly plucked peach.Gazing; devouring,Adoration and lust.I peruse your curves; my atlas.Your flesh is plump with juice,Feel the hair graze my lips,That deters unwanted insects.Tentatively taste youDeliciousness drips down.Oh sweet sce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenjmair/1255757/ The calls! 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