http://slow.writerscafe.org/InkBlot The original writings of author Jena Barkley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053232 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been walking for two years and my heart rate is 125 bpm according to my calendar and heart rate monitor. The sun glowers in the air like a compact ball of mockery. It beams of UVA and UVB rays twist into a smirk then slaughter my body. How much more of this can I take? My sweat is flooding, my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkBlot/433404/ Now she knew Mama was not coming back.    It started with the blackening sky, the thunderstorms, scattered rain then scattered bombs. When chunks of cement and bricks were hurled into the sky she knew her Mama was not coming back.     When the air raid was ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkBlot/433402/ This is an ironic short story of deceit involving a new concept on heaven...or rather the "afterlife". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkBlot/430024/ My name is not importantMy assets aren't eitherOr maybe without the "ets"Now that's importantI've got big racksBig lips over blownI'm like a balloon with a synched middleMy hair is a sour lemonMy eye lashes are broken twigsMy reputation is comparable to that of a w***eB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkBlot/424833/ Dedicated to all the daughters who are unwanted by their fathers. Inspired by a story taken place in Afghanistan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InkBlot/424569/