http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kylekamm The original writings of author Kyle Kammerer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776522171 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say it was an accident.Covered in wet,heads hang low.Unfledged      FragileWavering bodies cower together.In the frost, the dog lay still at my feet.I kiss each one-A fire lingering on their heads http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kylekamm/1132587/ A weird take on an ode. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kylekamm/1132568/ We were all dead in the end-Bodies shipped back to the states,or left discarded in roadside wrecks.Bobby tweeted about mortar fire,uploaded pictures of burning skies.I remember his hand on my back on a subway platform before turning backto walk up the stairs, pausing towards the endbefore being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kylekamm/1130982/ This is what I remember-Us, walking down streetswrapped in midnight winter cold,darkened storefronts reflecting us, alone on the sidewalk,the pink sky signaling snow.Darkened storefronts reflectthe places that we stood. Snow falls from the pale pink sky.We run away from main roads,places w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kylekamm/1130980/ Little jazz number drenchesin blue notes- she feel sad.I feel like whiskey. Two shots from the bartendergo down smooth- she feel lighter.I feel like another whiskey. One more round and she swingships to beats. I rap my fingerson the mahogany bar, off time. Nine down and maybe I feelth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kylekamm/1130977/