http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jackson%20Krauss The original writings of author Jackson Krauss Blind Painter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013765 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hint fiction of 28 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/1012142/ Flash fiction of two hundred and eighty two words, written and edited over forty three minutes, about a time when counting the little things we did together meant the most to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/1012138/ Something which has come a long way, just like the rest of us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/726951/ Written after a rainstorm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/606034/ 'Standing Still' not as a metaphor for 'not having lived life' but rather for fully realizing what I am as a result of all I've ever been, and not running... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/588950/ Written just before the Sun took my picture, late late at night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/586757/ Memories not all my own as seen through a yellow sun shade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/554172/ Even though I crashed long ago, I'm still falling for you :] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/549951/ I love this color in you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/537261/ Something I wrote on my arm while waiting in line at the cafeteria today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/507372/ spoken with her in my arms... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/485025/ A stream of consciousness poem, set in Autumn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/481175/ Another six word poem for a competition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/480982/ A six word poem for a competition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/480981/ A real short little thing I wrote in a blank passport. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/480979/ King Canute is one of my favorite historical figures. Look him up, and what he did at the edge of the waves. 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It’s something we lost, the dark.We can always pose for photographs,Standing in place.But it’s the unsuspected shots from the side likeCrossfireThat c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397774/  Weight, Love, and AshesThat was one of the heaviest things I've ever held:That tiny plastic bag filled with a half a pound of ashes.Right up there with my little brother when he was a newborn,And my own shoes when I put them on and walk into who I am.Life, love, and loss are not alli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397625/  SearchingUnder a mountain, on top of the worldI flew through the subterranean tunnel that led to the skyOnly by leaving myself behindCould I find it.And It is,And It is,And it is the dawn after a long night,It is the night after a long dusk.It is the mountain straining to ris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397622/  PicturesWhat can be a better picture than an ocean cliff, say,With a receding dark storm in the background, and bursts of light pouring through?See, photographers make use of both the beautiful and the ugly to create astounding, deep pictures.If pictures were only of pretty girls, all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397619/  Mirrors They are the often expected, rarely mistaken, utterly correct signs of our times,Mirrors,Showing us both what we hate and love to see.The glint off the rear view mirror, seen in reverse, which brings me a shallow sense of hope that isFalsified by my lingering guilt over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397618/  AfterHe trembled,Wheezing for breath in a way only a pursued man can.But he was the pursuer,Searching desperately for a way to begin all of his past endings again,To stave off the new with the newer, and start used. He was the hunted, running miles away from all those inside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397617/  YouAre a Straight Cross betweenA wooden Crucifix, and an old laundry machine.You rumble and spin,Tilting slowly off your rickety religion, and standing on one foot.A cross lost in the laundry machine.   Someone will always be putting pennies in the wash,Washing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jackson-Krauss/397615/