http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaara The original writings of author Kaara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Let’swalk the dog,” he says,holding open the heavy oakdoor.Heidi pushes to be first out,tangling my legs in her leash,spilling my drink and we enterthe night in giggles. Heidi chases dun coloredrabbitsAround hydrants and hedgesin the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610843/ 7 years agoYou blazed white hot, yourtongue slicing razorthin wounds.  Brilliancedripped from your words,colors from your palette,giving birth to the worldtrapped in your mind.  Forgedin the fires of your mind,quenched in the waters of myheart, we fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610822/ I’ve been watching her.I’ve seen her out riding,lithe supple leg musclespumping, head down inconcentration, sweatmarking the fabric betweenher breasts, drawing my eyes. She stops to hug me. 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Lord knows thattiny girl with big brown eyes andtoothless old lady grin sleeping ina picnic basket her first night home wasthe scariest thing I had ever seen.  Icould have been the one with a great job, amodel girlfriend and the time t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610672/ A D/S short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610667/ his wife never stirs as he slips nakedfrom the bed and crouches silently. his hand slides beneath the pillow,pulling 8 long inches of black coatedsteel to his lips, grasping it betweenhis teeth in a smile learned in the rainforest.          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610660/ a series of poems I've been working on describing the Vietnam vets who raised me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610658/ Tonight I drove out into the stormSearching, seeking solace on the rainSlicked back roads in unknown towns.Dialed into a classical blues stationThe syncopated rhythm kept timeWith my tears as I drove ‘til I lostMyself in the emptiness of ruralOklahoma.  I drove until I couldn’tSee t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610657/ If your life is on an even keel,Said the preacher man,YouHad better watch out.Waves,they are a’coming.Waves are all I’ve ever known, I thought.Brother Man,I could teach You  about waves.How to ride them,how to stand against them,How to be aMOTHERFUCKINGLIGHTHOUSEholding My ownwhen t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaara/1610646/ Somewhere around the 13th floor, the Machinists started out as simple maintenance workers, keeping the building working.  But that was in the backwhen, when River's great-great-umpity-great grandparents had fled the world outside for the safety of the Building. 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