http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kirstywood The original writings of author Kirsty Woodward en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776174474 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i found art in the distance between usfrom the bottom of my feet from the tips of my fingers i found art in you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstywood/1942668/ we sit and put the world to rights knowing full well the world can never be put 'right'.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstywood/1942627/ quiet now  memories only bad memories but,  memories all the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstywood/1909971/ people won’t make you happy,  but music and poetry will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstywood/1906468/ it is being sat in a bar wearing no bradrinking beerwriting poetry it is holding your soul mates in the palm of your hand it is coming home drunk it is smelling rosesit is you, and the knife in my belly.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirstywood/1906071/ and I find myself 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