http://slow.writerscafe.org/thx_aux The original writings of author Ken en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a forest of Bare birch trees besideThe landing of a cliff. The ground was filled with Broken obsidian glassThat reflected blurred twistsof sky like the interior whorlof a cat's eye marble. Once, when I climbed the rock faceI found David Foster Wallace Standing off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thx_aux/737820/ AfternoonmeltsIntochimney smoke,Shadows fall gracelessly On the hard ground,Asthe school bus Screecheswhale song Onits brakes.Icontinue home.  Myfather owned a ChevroletBlueand gigantic,Itsbed so full of wood Itspilled over.Fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thx_aux/694756/ I wrote this story after I saw someone I knew from High School high on heroin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thx_aux/694753/