http://slow.writerscafe.org/amongolian The original writings of author Kyle Walsh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033595 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Laughter is a vibration in time with the skin of the Earth.Brown and blown,it casts clouds in wild reflectionof mute dunes in the sky,whitelistening.A child takes its hide in her hands.At play, she is joy.Hers is a tear turned awayto salt the dark spacebetween heaven, and our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amongolian/421632/ We carry our fathers,old men withering,to places-of-honor: high chairs 'round which people gather, paying ruedspect by face,then, wrenching their hearts in twists of horror,drip onto Fate.Through the night the central spaceholds fast its bastioned curve;young revelers berthth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amongolian/419381/ Here, the behemoth: an intensity of sanctuarybuilt from blanched stonea thousand hulls in depth. Peeling. Limp gullies in a swallowed space. They ripen and fall, to pique and punge,suspended in dusk, whispering above, bitterly,to such a peoplethat stand on the slackening rock,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amongolian/415243/