http://slow.writerscafe.org/MichaelKikle The original writings of author Michael Kikle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A review from Michael G. Kelley (Michael Kikle). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1504544/ This is a poem I had written many, many years previously, to a girl that I lost. We were supposed to meet for the very first time, but it never happened. Sounds sappy, but the poem is heartfelt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1386755/ In the BeginningJanuary 1, 2014“Dear Diary”.How many people actually begin a diary with those two words? Is it a cliché if there’s really no other way to begin speaking to your own subconscious through the magic of paper and pen? I think it would be too odd-may.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1386752/ This was originally the prologue to a novel I was writing about three-or-four years back. I believe it still works as a standalone, in some way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1386729/ Everyday I waste my time in this scum-infested place. Waiting to be released. My freedom should be here soon. I can feel it slowly approaching my cold room. This place could be considered hell itself. I feel like a slave. Trapped. Alone. Depressed. Unimportant. The food is either cold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1386724/ If there is a term for me when it comes to movies, I'm essentially a Franchise Man; I love the A Nightmare on Elm Street films, the Friday the 13th flicks, and the Halloween chillers. I've made YouTube reviews for a good majority of the Children of the Corn movies, and then reviewed all of the Hellr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1386244/ As Kyle stood within the white-walled bedroom he had shared with Amy for over six years, his hand resting upon the empty now-full suitcase, he sucked in quite a breeze of wind like a palm tree in California. He needed a moment to wrap his mind around the whole moment just enough so that he could tie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385941/ As humans, we have adoptedPaper towel souls.The purists are truly covered in dirt,An odor rises from them. As scum-covered as the poor are,They hold tight to natural humanity.Thier souls are the brightest,The whitest, of this world. As scum-filled as the idols of societ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385924/ In youth, we speak of what we will doOnce we have grown. We speakOf the genesis of a relationship with aPerfect other. We speak of the perfectFamily, birthed into a perfect world.We speak of a perfect house,Whether we share it or keep it allFor our perfect, older selves.We speak .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385922/ Wanderings through sandy landscapesLed me to the edge of this highMountain. It is the tallest mountain,Whether here or there. I see madness from this mountaintop.I see the gargantuan giants whom debrick Your walls, your homes, your families.These colossal beings do not pay mind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385825/ This is a play I had started (which could easily be a screenplay, if willed to be so), but I never managed to finish this tale of Pinch. Let me know if you enjoyed it enough to want more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385822/ This is more of a poem I wrote in depression, after a break-up of a relationship I was in for three years. Relationships are what we're discussing here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385818/ The girl watches asThe boy she loves and his mateStroll, hands entangled.She wants that. She becomes a chameleon,Changing her skinTo fit the societal pictures.She wants that. A bit more makeup.A touch of lustful appeal.A smile of carelessness.She wants that.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKikle/1385817/