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			<title>Books</title>
			<description>Sometimes escaping from the cage Much easier than how it looks.We never will be on a same pageBecause we never read same books.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/2013837/</link>
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			<title>Hole </title>
			<description>I am not like other creaturesOn a place where should be heart I have hole and ugly stitches Cover flesh, which slides apart.When I try to readjust it,Needles break from sewing up And my ribs stick out nasty Making wound to bleed nonstop.Was it God or nature messing with my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/2013045/</link>
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			<title>My only religion </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My only religion&amp;rdquo;Looking for hope like a hungry pigeon.Drifting from black to the slightly grey...You were my church and my only religion,You were my reason for Sunday pray.Communication without receiver.Dialed number had never existed...I was your biggest and true bel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/2004558/</link>
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			<title>Missing </title>
			<description>I wish I could vapor like water from bowl,Newspapers would call me &quot;missing&quot;...No need for whole body, enough just a holeFor cigarettes and for kisses.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1945840/</link>
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			<title>Just like Yoko</title>
			<description>What I'll probably miss the mostOur smiles prisoned into your Cannon I'll be crying for time we've lostJust like Yoko was crying for Lennon </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944820/</link>
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			<title>Music </title>
			<description>When thoughts,dominantly tragic,Were stealing my mind like thieves,You came to my life like magic,In which no one else believes.Since then I'm afraid of losing,I'm counting my every tear...You came to my life like music Which nobody else can hear.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944818/</link>
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			<title>Euclide </title>
			<description>The lines according to Euclid Just moving forward till they die.Apparently, that's what he didWithout doubts. So did I...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944816/</link>
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			<title>Dedicated to my insomnia part3</title>
			<description>Newer thought that it probably would't last...Rolled each other in shape of joints ...In my sentences you won't find comas justOnly constant suspension points.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944815/</link>
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			<title>Dedicated to my insomnia part2</title>
			<description>That time when attraction was sharp as sword.You said while were pouring Hendricks:-&quot;For you I will go to the end of the world&quot; I said ....that the world is endless </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944814/</link>
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			<title>Dedicated to my insomnia part 1</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my insomnia ***Our story was changing like rhythm in jazzImprovised...From calm to madness.Hey,Bartender, I'll ask you for empty glassCoz Today I will drink my sadness ***</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944812/</link>
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			<title>Parallels</title>
			<description>All my parallels turned crossableWhen I met you and ever since...Fall asleep, dear, fast as possible No one else seeing me in dreams.Stotskaya </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944810/</link>
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			<title>My light </title>
			<description>My lightAmong the worlds, between the lightsOne star I'm calling constantly by nameNot quite because I used to love her brights....Because another ones not giving me that flame.And when I feeling down and confused She is the one who I prefer to listen Not quite because of glare t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944808/</link>
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			<title>Heart </title>
			<description>Long time ago you said unspoken Those words still tearing me apart: &quot;-My silly miss, you won't be broken If you won't bring to bed your heart&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944807/</link>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>If I could be his skin,his smell, his vessels.If I could be his path, his South and North.I would of be the happiest of person,Or other creatures living on the Earth.If I could be his home, his walls and ceiling.If I could be the everything above.You know how do they call this feelin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katya_Stotskaya/1944804/</link>
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