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		<title>Kelly B.  | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Kelly B. </description>
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			<title>06/18/17</title>
			<description>Titles are tedious.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1931362/</link>
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			<title>The Recluse</title>
			<description>I wrote this while listening to one of my favorite songs of all time, The Recluse by a band called Cursive. Sorry if some of this seems rushed, the story line of the lyrics seem to jump around a bit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1930013/</link>
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			<title>Moon Child. &amp;#127769;&amp;#10024;&amp;#127765;</title>
			<description>As always, I have lived by the moon.&amp;nbsp;The sun is no friend of mine; daylight greets me with a taunting smirk.&amp;nbsp;I have not willingly shook hands with the sunrise.&amp;nbsp;But the night, we are soul mates.&amp;nbsp;The twilight comforts me with its transient, somber cloak;Allowing me to bleed my inco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1929030/</link>
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			<title>Prisoner </title>
			<description>What depression, at least for me, is like most days. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928976/</link>
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			<title>Tourists</title>
			<description>always wishing to keep what doesn't wish to be kept. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928695/</link>
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			<title>Short poem</title>
			<description>I feel like this is something that resonates with everyone at some point.
Whether it be a one night stand or a rebound or whatever.
Thinking that fake love could somehow revive you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928334/</link>
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			<title>I hate trying to think of a title</title>
			<description>This one's about a long distance relationship that I had.
Sitting in my car in the parking lot dreading his inevitable drive home.
I lived in Arizona, he lived in Oregon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928318/</link>
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			<title>Clock With No Hands</title>
			<description>A relationship that was doomed from the start. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928239/</link>
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			<title>Funerals For The Living</title>
			<description>True story about my ex. Going through a breakup recently and just rehashing events. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1928021/</link>
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			<title>Radio Silence</title>
			<description>The point in a relationship where one person is putting in significantly more effort than the other up until the relationship's final demise. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1927997/</link>
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			<title>Haunted Houses</title>
			<description>The ones that come and go when they please. Destroying everything in their wake. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1927996/</link>
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			<title>Encephalon</title>
			<description>That one person you just can't seem to shake. They will always be &quot;the one&quot; for you. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1927994/</link>
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			<title>Holiday to Hell</title>
			<description>A relationship I had where I genuinely never thought this person was capable of ghosting me out of nowhere. Still don't know </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1927993/</link>
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			<title>False Face</title>
			<description>Liars. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anxiousinarizona/1927992/</link>
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