http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tkess The original writings of author Tkess en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986488 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm east of St. LouisAnd a long way from home.I drank up all my money, butyou know I borrowed every dime.This goddamn rain’s been cursing me all night longThe wind sounds like all those things I should have said but just couldn’t And the evening keeps creeping along. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/2759002/ A cold knife of windStirs and swirls through the naked streets.Concrete trees, misplaced and mismatched, Line the way.The stars like Pixie Sticks Spilled on the kitchen table.We are all prisoners caught in the streetlights,Looking for an escape.We found the heart .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1267445/ She speaks of darkness gentlyas if it were made of silk,or brittle secrets kept by children.A life so content on wasting awayon things less than living,short of breathing.A heart that wanders to thingsmysterious and weighty,before being crushed like a black holeshe tramples.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1240293/ Through the warmth and soft spring rustle.Streets humming with the summer bustle.Across the high post bridge with lowlying fog;Whistling over a bowl of cereal.The table our drums for the morningwake up call.Just a Sno-Cone on the curb at the edgeof summer.Thoughts that won't l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1239507/ Grapefruit moon,a million stars looking down at me.I heard that tune,you know the one I mean.The one we listened toin my old Chevy, in the dark corner of the park.every time I hear that chorussomething clenches inside of me.We never had a destinationso I can't say it ended too so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1230784/ A faint impression of coldwonders through the night,though a summer wind still shakesthose darling buds of May.It's just in the summer that the angels singThey dance and play and spread their wings Then leave us like an Iris bloomas the first chill of winter looms.Scattered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1229196/ Clouds full, slick rains coming down.A wind blows through the dew softenedground.A mountain moves as it slips in and outof sightover tracks and hills and wonderednights.Through fog and towns and murmuringlights.A rustle of thoughts awake my mind.In the end, words are just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1177727/ I love you, he said.you take the breath from my chest.just whisper those three short words I long to hear.If you do that, I'd be on top of the world.As happy as that teddy bear you still keep in your room.So, please my love whisper those three short words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1168766/ Make love not war, she said.Your place or mine?Her checks blushed a beautiful red,she smiled, your place is fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1168763/ from the balcony these people look likeants.the night slowly crawls and hidesbetween the buildings.thoughts accumulate in the winter likedrifts of snow.awallflower is like a wildflower to the last lonely beat.thestreetlights, like spotlights disturbing the sleepofthese .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1168762/ the dust fell and scattered.the dust of worlds before.of cities of polished sandshining bright under the yellow sun.she spoke of angels.with wings of radiant gold.too heavy for their minds to hold.our songs soon fell silent.she spoke of dreams of the far edge of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1159414/ VII Amy'smind crawled like the shadows down the naked hallway. She sat on thecouch with the blanket draped over her shoulders, like a turn of thecentury magician, hoping it would make her invisible from whatever orwhoever is in her house. She reached for her phone that was layingo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1138364/ VI Thesun slowly crept over the horizon creating peculiar patterns on thebedroom wall. Amy stared at the unfamiliar shapes projected by thesun and curtains. She couldn't get back to sleep after the nightmare.She held the blankets to her chin like a child, afraid of what maylie be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1137341/ V Amywatched from the kitchen window as Calvin got into their car. Hebeeped the horn and she waved as she watched the car move down thedriveway. She planned to get through some of the boxes today and atleast get some organization back into her life. She walked up thestaircase to th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1136718/ Sometimesthe streets gray concrete creepsup on me.Thenight begins to swim.Themoon like driftwood bobsacross the sky,as mythoughts drift aimlessly to her.Lightshe was like a fairy.Andher shoes the number nine.Herhair, vodka blonde,spillingover her shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1136715/ Acandle burning soft.Longtongues of flame lickingthebelly of the night.Hopes or dreams or thinly veiled wisheshavelong forgotten me.Mymind races and halts at random stopslikea train that lost its way.Daydreamedvisions through the windowofsunny, winter days.O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1129945/ IV Itfinally began to dawn on Amy as they arrived back at their house thatthis is their new beginning. A new chapter for their family. With a little one on the way this couldn't have happened at a better time.Although, Amy feels somehow saddened by this revelation. She thinks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1129029/ III Rollingup the long driveway of their home somehow made Amy forget, at leastfor a few seconds, about everything that happened over the last fewhours. It was truly an amazing piece of architecture. It was asprawling 19th century Victorian style home. Beautiful, yet eerie atthe same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1128553/ Ghost/Haunted house http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1127367/ Ghost/Haunted house http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1127366/ Ghost/haunted house story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1127365/ It'shard to think of usaloneon this rock;spinning,spiraling.Justa black and blue contusion onthe edge of the cosmos.ThenI see that red outline on your a*s.Feelyour hands on my c**k.Agentle nibble on your bare breast.Inthe grand scheme of things,weare a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1117460/ Fingersof daylight closelikean empty fist.Thecity is darker than black.Theday's almost midnightandsecrets have been passed.Drunkenwords for a sober mind.Drunkenmind for a sober world.Bluenotes from a jazz cafeescapeinto the streets.Thesnow was falling,me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1114114/ Letus go, you and IWiththe evening spread against the skyThiscurtain closed on an empty stageWewill walk these lonely streetsDarkenedalleys, muttering retreatRestlessnights in cheap hotelsTwoopen hearts and dreams to tellThemorning fog as it creepsthickand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1112881/ Startwith a Bloody Mary and a slice of toastThebreakfast of champions with a less than holy ghostSheonce told me clouds are water in its spiritual formShehad an odd way of speaking with normal wordsYounever get a hangover if the night never endsInspirationthrough in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1112879/ Morning dewMixing with the sweat of night,A little black dressEvening transgressDark eyes beneath tobacco brunette hairHanging, an air of lonely anticipationOr maybe just in the mind of one manBut it's beautiful while it lasts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1107693/ Theselazy days Wherethe mind travels further than the bodyWeare caged like animals against the cold airDaysbroken and limping Boredomseeping, like some deadly gas through the windowWhiskeyand waiting: finding my eveningSomewherenear the fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1107692/ Thesnow has stopped for now,thoughI still smell of cold.Allsilent except for a candle.Theflames writhe in the darkness like a womandancingand whirling in the night.Mymind heavy with her words.Herbeauty sings like nightingalesinthe lonesome air of night.Thesi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1101396/ Whenyesterday's words become tomorrow's voice.Loveand promises spoken with the same besotted tongue.Midwinterdays become a season of their own.Driftinglike the mind and snow.Suspendedin time, cold and bright,Withsunlight beating off the hills.Thatuncertain time in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1099668/ Asthe night rolls through the hills and valleys.Mymind wanders through the dead-end alleys.Of aport side town as the snow floats down.I usethe rust covered railings to guide me.Themoon shines yellow through the avenue.Memoriesdrift like white covered roads.Theyc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1095677/ Theworld has crumbled.Tinybits of meaningkissedby the morning snow.What'sleft is home.What'sgone is gone.Thesky's as gray as claymoldedby clumsy hands;dulland lifeless,readyto be shaped bytomorrow's winds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1094068/ Coffeeor whiskeyItdoesn't really matter at this point.Daysand nights muddled together likea good Old Fashioned.Wordsand thoughts jumbledto the point of chaos.Twirledlike an unkempt bedlitby a sliver of morning light escapinginto your room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1086717/ I sawher last nightbold-stroked,brush-marked againstthe swirling night air.Tobaccobrunette hair,alitby soft neon.Thoughtsawash inthe jumble of twilight.Loveor whatever you call it, isjust whispers and alcohol.Aflood of feckless words quickly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1086714/ Themorning rose,likea drunk man with a hangover,holdingon to the deep purple of night.Leavesand papers ride the chilled air throughthe city,dancingand twirling tothe symphony of the streets.Sharingsomething notunlike love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1086710/ I was at the corner of fifth andVermouthtrying to drown my sorrows,I didn't know the little b******s couldswim.Smooth, dark wood and dancing neons.Bottles lined up like dominos.My words have taken anchor in mythroat.Clinging, bringingthe night down around meHer words like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1086708/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1086703/ Thechilled air rides low in the city.Spokenthrough gray tones andcarriedby hushed winds.Woveninto the metal and brick,creepingunder the skin and bone.Wornin the faces,theeyes like worn out candlesflickering,fadingintothe night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080791/ Sleepupon the soft words of evening.Dreamwithin these tender thoughts.Spokento a promised visionofthe light limping throughthefrost brought morn'. 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likea thousand broken bottles.greenand brown and red,likemulticolored confettiofsome forgotten parade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080778/ Justbefore twilight,thedeep purple skythecolor of an old bruise.thewasted greens of summer's end.thewarmth as summer beganlostto the winter wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080777/ redrivers runbeneaththe lighted moonconvergingto the horizon,beyondstarlightandcloudsandthe endless night.beyonddreamsandmindless inclination.boundin sleepless chainsandspoken in gusts of wind.braidedand frayed and broken still,asong of wind and fury.s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080776/ Theway the light hits this townTheshadows look like skeletonsAllthe weeds look like dead rats that couldn’t quiteMakeit through the cracks in the sidewalkItall went down a bit too heavyItall went down a bit too fastHandcuffedto the end of the lineThrow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080773/ Therain deadens my thoughts.Thewinds wash them away.Soakingwet evenings todraw your own conclusions.Opennotebooks and bottles of whiskey todraw your own illusions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080772/ Theskies were ashen and sober,though,drunk I was again.Hername hung from the tip of my tongueslowlydissolving.Theclouds drift like deadwoodThemoon, it hides away.Inthe end the sum just doesn't add up,onnights like this were one and oneseemto equal three. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080751/ Wanderingthrough a colorful fieldPaintedby the autumn leavesThecold it creeps, you can see it inThewords, the breath, a touchThoughtssubdue the freckled skyButthe eyes,Theeyes, they steal the heart away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080750/ Ishould have picked up some whiskey while I was outButI got distracted by a beautiful blonde.Itried to talk to her, but she did not hear me.NowI'm sitting at home and I'm all alone.Andworst of all I'm sober.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080749/ ShallI compare thee to a summer's dayButthe gentle breeze has gone awayReplacedwith cold and empty airThecolors steal an awkward glareAwake!Awake! Poor evening tellWhere lies and truth and pleasure dwellDriftinghues of breathless leavesFallinto a winter's eve http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tkess/1080748/