http://slow.writerscafe.org/katherinevice The original writings of author Katherine Vice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094723 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say all air is recycled,that the cycle of life keeps turning, and we never really die.We give and we receive to the point where even the air we breathe is something ancient.I think we try to forget how young we really are.I think we like to forget where we came from.But wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1596475/ Its not always an explosion;an episode, causing ascene as you scream andrip yourself open, trying to free the demons from your ribcage.Sometimes its a quiet night,cleaning the blood but not feeling the pain.Thinking you should probably crybut instead lyingin your bed.Waiting fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1584529/ They tried to end us in the spring.You'd been gone for so long,I tried not to hear bullets in the rain,or bones snapping when I picked marigoldsto fold like love notes into care packages,next to photographs that make me lookmuch too old.I'd send them, hopingyour spring was as colorful as mine.In May.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1526015/ Every single day, over5,400 kids, ages 7-12,attempt to take their own life.It is the second leading cause of deathin ages 10-24.  More teens and young adultswill be killed by their own headsthan from cancer,heart disease, AIDS, chronic lung disease, birth defects, stroke, pneumonia, and in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1519611/ Here she is,sitting out Homecoming on the wall,sipping punch from a clear plastic cup.Here she is,declining the teacher's requestfor last night's homework with a shrug.Here she is,nine years old, catching lightning bugswithout any holes in the lid.Here she is,alone again at the payphonewasting her c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1471886/ You said, "Treat me like a hurricane."So I looked at you from a rooftop in New Orleans,felt every wave crash right through.You knocked the breath out of me.This is not a love poem.This is the pen trying to sew me back together again.I never found your face as welcomingas a blank page.  But I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1442409/ And if my body is a coal mine,with rust in my jaw and dust settled in my lungs,then my words are a canary.On the worst nights, I can feel it’s heart playing taps,fashioning trumpets from my bonesto parade for a funeral on my tongue.I've never known a slower deaththan when the words they held b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1438245/ Tell me about how your second toe is bigger than your first.Tell me about how you dancewhen no one is watching to keep the madnessfrom crawling up your feet. Tell meabout the night your grandma died. The first timeyou bent your knees to God without kneelingbehind a cross. What about the dimples in y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1437174/ A quick poem I wrote a long time ago. I'm adding it now to get something on my profile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katherinevice/1437165/