http://slow.writerscafe.org/kristmo8 The original writings of author Kristina Yoder en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779861730 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A drift to catch-when caughtadrift A mist that lingers-when feelingamissTwo hearts together-once broken, two holes now whole A life upended-alive,since it ended Piece by piece goes the brick below-Peace created with eachnew blowSteady now.Sturdy now.Softer now.Let's go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/3128891/ Walking past my reflection, I catch a glimpse of her-gray t-shirt,determined gait.Hands and shoulders set rigid (from the early onset arthritis)and the temps, so frigid-as they were when she was here.Thoughts- anxious Mind- fullDark hair, sunken, large eyes-worn and weathered.Holding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/3125522/ do you come here to hide,to imbibein that which yourego craves?a fixto fixthe broken within,desires that misbehave-a push pull dancethat soothes yourneed toplay, please, retreatrepeat-cycles upon cyclesround and round-fleeting, flighty safe and sound,by nothing, bounduntil you're.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2960073/ You feign,she swoonsshe says whenyou say soon.Ego beckonsshe starts begging-turned aroundshe begins descendingas you get to your dissenting.Masks a plentyyou make and hidebehindwearing just the right one to win your prize.When unclosed woundsget too close-turn and run,find your next d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2958788/ The lines that connectus cannot be ignoredor erased-They cause crackson our exteriorsfrom trying to maskwhat they illuminateBreaking our attempts to pretend that nothing has shifted,that what was startedhas dissipated, liftedWhen all it can do is beginto shed lighton what's real .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2958271/ Traveling south on an unfamiliar bywayby way of a vehicle,unchanged, from the time I found you-It's taking mesomewhere foreign and new, but without a clueof how to shiftinto,when what's driving me is the same hue.Strangers stare when I stoptrying to figure me out w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2957827/ an ache settled inaround the timeyour gaze made me grinonce I felt your smileboring through,an absence was made and I knew I had to beclose to youa litany of reasonslittered my mind on whyI should stay away andevade this desireif it was all a mysteryI could ignore itbut your stares letclue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2951772/ I want to live in a world where my legsenvelope youand find a closeness between us-but no one would get hurt.I want to live in a world where our mouths meet and succumb to the pull ofthis force,and nothing breaks around us.I want to live in a world where my teeth exam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2945579/ Hungry egos seekfresh meat,a novel treat to appease their insatiable cravings-their stomach bigger than their eyes,right now digesting a sexy kittenwith a side of fries.When just before,his prizewas shaking to her core-a snack to which his eyesand fists had bored... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2945340/ When the pressure exceeds the predetermined limit,you're there,just a turn away-within minutes.A release so sweetit gets me offmy feet.A retreat from perceived safety-awake after being fast asleep.A safety measure that keeps us within limits- so as not to jostle,n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2944736/ Time is a liar-covering in shadowwhat lies in waiting. A wait that begs to make you lookbackwith a rose-colored hue-obstructing allunimaginable actsfrom view.Shielding painbut in vain-its motive unlikewhat it reveals-so clear,to unravel the heartagain and againuntil it can restart-breaking the patte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2939226/ He reflects those with whom he surrounds-bright and shiny, his colors abound.Separate yetcontained,a space for eachside-showing, glowingbut so much to hide.Eyes deeply guarded,wistful and blue-looking at youwith that perfectly prismatic hue.Colors of blood,red r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2925035/ I ebbyou flowI flowwe goback outthen infall downagaintransformadoretransformabhor no endno startexist onlyin stars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2922597/ They say that absence oflightis darkness-but I wonder if light cannot cease,just refuse to beharnessed.You left andtook your light-is it still bright?orhas it gone dim?A flame so slim.I feel it still when I rememberthe ways you made me feel,the carbon and burning embers-but a memory of light is just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2920121/ The space that once was between us,organic and full of possibility,has been colored by a lack of fragility on your part - not mine.By stepping back, you've declinedYour attempt to flee and protect has created rot and contempt.The space that used to be a secret haven for you, for meis now a wall- The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2920119/ Here I sit among my kitsTrying to write the next scene ofmy life's script.Arriving on a cusp-actually a few-Wondering if I'm going to fall backwards Or forwards into what's new.Feeling askew,but closer toYou-The self withinthat's been yearning to win or at least just stopthe spin.I'm never ready but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2920118/ The special little space that will eternally summon your face and all the many days that weshared there, unawareof how they'd slip away ata pace so very swift that they would be so precious and be not enough to last usin the end, oh in the endthe space was all we hadand all that held us tooit's time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2920117/ Dulcet tones,scarf in hand.A melancholy walk,A melancholy man.Emanating warmth from a place deep within,accessible to everyonebut him.Across his face a smile breaks.Across his heart he hides an ache.Streaks of blood.Streaks of black.But no one sees,no one laughs.Cozy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2897845/ I reach out to you and am met with airthe unconditional love I've known whenin despair-not there.My heart still beats, but so damn raw-my shield, my mother is gone,gone. The one and only fire you kept goinglost its flame and with it,the knowingthat I will be ok- come what may.So here I sit- searchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2888654/ It's 3 am and I'm here with the pain I elected to take on. It woke me and here I lie with it, alone (you're gone) It's not a pain I can take a pill fornor ask for help to endure.A wound stretches out across my chest,on top of the previous wound you left-when you told me you were leavin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2881405/ It was a Sunday when I realizedI love you.It was a Monday when I remembered you wereleaving.It was a Tuesday when I wrote a poem about you.It was a Wednesday when I wept.Thursday came and I carried shame for delighting in the desire to share my fire, without care.It was a Friday when I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2879432/ The chemicals around usreacting and sparkingcreate something new-without us meaning to.Your sweetness leaves me burnt,and your darknesstastes sweet.The carbonic ashthat lingers in the airevery time your body gets neartastes good and I take it in-from the tip of my tongueto the ends of my hair.It goe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2873042/ When the world stopsand life is on pause,two hearts adhere-eliminating any space built upover the years-revealing cause.All at once,Nature becomes your guideand your insides-bringing belonging and more cohesionwhere before only separateness could reside. A wholeness of being emerges-the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2862192/ Beneath the still black surface,underneath the mossy middle andat the depths, where I feel most alone-You’re there-arms outstretched, quietly waiting for me to fall. A heart wide openemitting a song thatcalms and revivesthe darkness that shrouds my fibersand wires.Tall and strongyou .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2856235/ The grief tsunamihides in its own shadow, growing, lurkingready to pounce-It’s unaffected by lightIt just moves to the the left or right.It fills up my systemflushing out any notionthat there isn’tthis grief ocean on a mission.I’m grateful for it-the expelling of disbeliefto help c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2844650/ Every day that passes every page turn of the calendarbrings with it, comfort.As I get further awayfrom that day and its icy cold abyss-the distance diminishes its impact.Each turn of the earthbrings me closer to the sunthe light and all the life it carries in its wake.The l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2843220/ The dark sky with herclear, still starsheld all the secrets ofwhat was to come that night-that day.The mystical, magicalways our energies deliveredan entityindependentof either of usan individual thinga separate energy thatgrewfloated above usbut neither of us knew... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2842939/ Wooden handles andsteel tips-a full moon,the feel of you on my lips.Detergent and musk,watermelon lust-dormant grass,lying crushed.Swirling elementsset just right,transformed my world that night.The alchemy of youand meis explosive-and won't ever cease.So pict.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2838392/ I found a spacejust yesterday or maybe it found me-I fit inside itquite perfectly(unlike my world, presently).The space holds youit holds me tooit lacks all gravitybut has such a familiar hue.Desire is therebut without gravityit goes nowhere-just hangs in the center.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2833810/ You waited,you watched.Shadows and substance kept you,locked.Until your presence fellupon me,sometime in February-when glands were glad,and grins were had,you dabbled in bad.I began to recallhow lovely you are-your mind and its darkness,a distant starthat I kept trying to catch a ride to,only to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2828524/ This morning, as the moon set,low tide settled in.It pulled out andhedged all bets therein.While the sea churned,its slow, steady rhythm took awayall threats, once againfor the day.The ocean and all her secretsare safe,for now.Hidden beneath the shiny surfacewhere the sundeflects and wows.Come back .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2812457/ Right there,on the edgeis where it left you.Between rocks and water,a delicate dew.All that's behind youis seen, like the tide.In front of you,the unseen resides.Uneasiness settles where you sit-like a fog, hovering heavy and dank.As your unfocused gazereaches the edg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2812165/ Dear familiar stranger-I know a thing or two.I put my needs in front andlook through them at you.From here I seea complement to me.A searching for somethingthat used to be.A familiarity. What once could erasethe ultimate fateof staying still in this place.But how true are you?How real?Just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2808794/ A Forever RiverThe rhythms of our energiescondensed and aligned,like the River SeineWith two ships floating by.Steer in, steer awayStorms comeRide the waves,come what may.Your ship went on a different route today,you crossed the 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hard,carrying with it a tag,reading,"Handle with care, or throw backif you dare""Dare I do not!For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2786819/ As dawn approached,it dawned on me-that I look for you,everyday,like the sunrise.I wait for your light topenetrate my day,no matter how bright,no matter what way.You sneak inwhen I'm starting my caror walking up stairs,I pretend not to care, butyou're there.Do you know how muchyou occupy my mind?Do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2785052/ I noticed your pause,I noticed your linger.Your steady starelocked me there-Despite the crashing waves androcky sea.It captured me, and I'll neverbeset free. My craving for your cartlidge can't be quenched;The force of my thirst, spared no reprieve in your presence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2779173/ Fragrant wisps of lilac tangle around dappled ground.Scampering creatures tread on dead leaves,life-giving sounds.Stop and listen.The rustling, the breeze.Still are the treesBut don't be fooled,they carry secrets deep within their wood.Stop and listen.You'll hear their whispe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2777620/ A glance,a gesture.Minor movements,major shifts.Magnetism originating from the Earth's coredoesn't compare tothe energy you bore into my floor.A dance of DNA-begging, stretching itselfto play.Unwilling to bend to even the strongest ofwills today.Should I flip myself t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2777073/ The rain came today,bringing with ita surfacing-release ofpainunknown.It dripped uponbrittle thoughtsfrozen in droughtandsoftened them-let them out.I walked out in itwithout my umbrella-braced myself andallowed release,not even recalling fromwhence they went toseed.Now I watch froma safe placethe dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2769533/ A flood of colorslow andsoundless-gently awakensthe peaceful sleepofthe still butvitalliving beingsbreathing softlybeneath the blanketingsky-giving hope fora brand new day-a reasonwhy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2769268/ A sparrow sits and singsto belong,oblivion giving allowanceto her song.A branch,so still,stiffens more when the windshakes itsthin build.The world aroundseems to knowwhat to giveand when to withhold.But the acheandconsumption of youbleeds out my everygumption to steadythis flu-my every willobliterat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2769001/ Look upabove the horizon,and the place you were stuck.Look upbeyond the branches just level with your gazebring it higher,where the bird sits atop.Look up'til you connect withthe morning star-like the tallest tree,you are now aboveit all.Look upand resist the urgeto steady yourself,let the sky hold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2768810/ Welcome, pain-I see you came to ourcostume party asdesire-what admirable attire!A flowing gown of wit and charm-complete withreciprocal advancesadorning your arms.A brooch of silver, like the tongue of theewho you came to present to a young lass,just before three.An ornate mask bordering two eyes,th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2768726/ It's storming again, I can see it.Inside, beneath your humor, your pride-rage and despair saturate the air.Cracked surfaces on your facadeshow it clear as day- darkness has settled in,here to stay.You can embrace it like you have,familiar with this bad, accustomed to this lack-but in the end, even a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2768436/ There's a space deep in my brain that's designed to collect andobtainpotent words and phrases,so powerful, they obliterate and inflamereason and patterns-Leaving me a besotted dame.This cranial space is magically connectedto my carnal cravings,and you light it up in a way tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2767729/ Adventure.Most use the word in a positive light,free from fright.Awhile back it used to sit with me okaythen there was a period where I said, no way.Lo, as I move into the middle of my life,an adventure, maybe small, seems alright.But is this big adventure I am embarking on too big?W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2767727/ Rhythmic thumps thatgive the illusionof safety;A beating heart surrounded bya million other beating heartsin tin cans.Pavement,glass andflesh,flash at once;veering the course ina direction unknown,unexpected andunfree.Buckles and bagspretendingto protect.Reali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kristmo8/2560529/