http://slow.writerscafe.org/perksofourstars The original writings of author Katie Alexander en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031141 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I. I am in preschool thefirst time I see a poemin thesky.A paper kitebacked by blue felt.Blue, like the robin's egg mydad cradled in his palm all the wayhome.A fringe of green.Trees.No,lace.Perfection.My tether cut,  I soarup, up, out. II. The next, I amnine.Yellowed paint,hands obedientlyclasp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1455852/ You tore apart something so beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1437059/ Sort of inspired by John Green http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1354190/ "Tell me, love, all about that shadowed world you wander through." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1354188/ The sunblossomed in the East with thequiet grace oftwelve new roses,Which were as bright as lightning would tasteand lit up their corner of the worlddutifully, as a father lets his guinea-pig grieving daughterdig too big of a grave in their garden,and then finishes the hole for her because her hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1349496/ Shaking hands and shadowed pavement. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/perksofourstars/1300464/