http://slow.writerscafe.org/surreality84 The original writings of author kelly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776351610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Technology is a love-hate relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/680770/ Wings beatingblack as deathblack as sorrow. Dismay seizes my heartIn the moment before descenta gentle breeze cools my tormentcreated by the very wings I fear.The moment is endlessand then the gentle prick of talonstender flesh rippingwidening woundspreading its velvety red. My tormen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/677931/ Inspired by the hate that some espouse for winters in Iceland, with their lack of sun and horrific weather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/673667/ The beginning of a short story that I just began today. I am thinking to have this main character narrating several short stories about her patients. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/672743/ A poem about the city I live in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/648844/ a passionate poem dedicated to the "little death" as it's known in French. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/647918/ We do not know the future and can only live in the present but I will remember fondly the past I share with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/645441/ Sometimes I seek comfort in quick resonating footstepsechoing on the pavementuniform tapping mimicking the rhythm of my liferenewing the expression of ecstatic enthusiasm with each passing step. Other times I seek discrete whispering footfallssoles gliding off smooth surfacesreflective, mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644927/ Breathe in the contour of a momentguitar cords hit intimate space delicately shapingevery day every thoughtevery moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644925/ written on an 18 hour bus ride from bosnia to germany... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644920/ Evening greets me as i risehazy twilight of foreboding skiesmilky white against the dim lightfour figures cut from swaths of moonbright as pearlescent ghostsshimmering with memories bathed in laughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644918/ The tempest that once raged in my heart has subsided with oncoming winter. Fat rain drops flick off of my face into the dim haze of mornings which never materialize to the brightness of day.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644917/ short poem/prose that I would like to expand in time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644916/ Reykjavik inspires me with metaphors related to nature. This is one written as days lengthen and the shadow of night permeates the day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/surreality84/644915/