http://slow.writerscafe.org/KatCollins The original writings of author Kat Collins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027284 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 30 minute timed challenge free-write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/951606/ Come away with me, my friend.I know a place where we can hide,Lay our souls bare as I caress your skin.Open wide to the silence of the night.The owl hoots his pleasure as he swoops down on his prey,While we sigh in our embrace so sweet.I tingle with trembling anticipationTo see my love once again.Co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/924964/ Dreaming of the sweet breath of baby yet to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/924928/ "I told you to sit the hell down and shut up! Come here, my itty bitty Faustus...come to mama!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/852099/ Sing to the tune of "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" - Christmas Carol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/843666/ I am your empty vessel waiting to be plundered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/828155/ The bittersweet taste of despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/819907/ A short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/815719/ The Fall of Gaddafi brings hope to war-torn, ravaged country. Let us only hope that peace and prosperity can begin their healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/810685/ The front door banged. Lana startled from her nap and realized Alex was finally home from an exhausting day at work. He was a shipping and receiving manager for an innovative healthcare technology company. The days were long and weary, but she couldn’t complain about his decent wages and healt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/806593/ An Unexpected DinnerI can’t help but eavesdrop when I hear the word “f**k” one too many times. My ears are like radars, tuning in to a frequency. Especially when a woman is saying something to her male companion at a dinner table in a restaurant and the predominant word is f**k, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/806264/ A cemetery where everything speaks more of life than death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/804860/              Lana cracked an eye and looked at the clock. 1:00pm. Time to drag herself out of bed to get cleaned up for the doctor visit. A sigh so deep pushed up from Lana’s weary depths. She felt wrung out like a dirty dishrag... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/804796/ I met a woman the other day.Nothing remarkable, in and of itself.Except the ruby red lips andGilded “f**k-me” eyes.Oh, I can’t forget to mentionThose gracious curves So deliciously abound.Melted warmth of honey flesh.Voice of tumbled whiskeyAnd rambling chocolate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/804042/             Groaning, Lana rolled over onto her back. Her lower back spasmed demonically as she laid in bed. It’s been years since she had the flu and she was hoping she didn’t have it now. Alex, her husband, laid beside her, snoring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/803410/ This is a fiction story of an unlikely friendship and love between two women, Gretchen and Lana.  Lana is a 27-year-old who works for a Christian non-profit agency with Gretchen, who is 42-years-old and also a mental health counselor with a private practice. In early September 2004, L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/803408/ skeptical optimist stretching for points unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/803277/ “There are times when silence has the loudest voice” - Leroy Brownlow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/802945/ Death is knocking at her door, my dear friend greets him warmly. Come in, come in...it's time to go home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/801482/ Sal needs a private eye to get her out of a covert ops mess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/799982/ The best laid plans of assassins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/798430/ mood-elevating and sedating little blue pill sitting in my palmsmelling the roses as i step over puddled filth. where is my strength and determination?it wandered jauntily out the window taking my mind hand-in hand,strolling through the dappled park whistling. hi-ho, hi-ho, it&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/798083/ "Mors ultima linea rerum est - Death is the last boundary-string of things" - Horace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/797212/ "Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be..." - William Blake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/795371/ “Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress” - William Blake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/793970/ My dear friend, mentor, writer, encourager, and passionate creator passed away in January 2010 - the world lost someone special that day and a silent space in time will always be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/784472/ A tribute to the ocean... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/777778/ The scent of your soul lingers,With whispers of your breath.Warming my innards deep,A sweet sublime of ecstasy.Writhing tendrils vining ‘round,Inhaling deeply of your essence. Intertwining memories of surrender,Life sustaining supplier to my heart. Drink the luscious nectar of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/771609/ The path is littered with pieces of me…Of you…Us. TrampledSmashedThrown against the wall. Shattered dreams. Broken wills.  Our blood is oozing from lacerations…Buried deep…Scars.WoundedHowlingBranded into our skin.Roasted flesh.Peeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/771573/ The key to sharing a wild soul is to make him or her feel like they can be freer with you than with anybody else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/769857/ Being me is never enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/769813/ Hold a true friend with both your hands. ~Nigerian Proverb http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/768124/ A woman is trapped with nowhere to run, hide and seek is the game....can she be set free? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/767501/ Dedicated to my Nana who is in her 90's and fading.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/767409/ A little ditty that I wrote some time ago about dreams, fairies, dreamers, and a palace in the sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/767222/ Written 1998 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/767215/ Written 1997 from a dark place in the soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/767211/ Anyone can tell a story of sex...but can you tell one of erotic, passionate, burning souls? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/766932/ A little blip in time....a pause, a breath... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/766678/ I've said my goodbye's... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/762794/ A very small peek at what living with Fibromylagia is like." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/761245/ Losing you sears a black hole in my heart.Trembling, crying out in agony,a piece of me is missing.Tell your wife how it really is.Speak it plain.Or are you too scared?Chicken s**t.I'm worth nothing to you. Abysmal filth scraped off your shoe.How can you deny me?Don't you love me?You said you love me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/760937/ Bursting cascade of liquid milk          Gushing sweetness, life sustaining,                   Vibrations of an eternal spring.     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/760632/ Conveying the essence of a spider waiting for its prey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759967/ What are you thinking at this very moment...What are you wishing as you gaze out the window at the crystal blue sky?What are you longing for when you lay in your bed, tossing and turning, restless and unable to sleep?What are you dreaming as you finally fall into a bottomless slumber...What lays on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759643/ a simple attempt at a haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759639/ Lost in the blue sea...Compelling me, drawing me inMaking me want to drown in themSuch tendernessSuch sweetnessWarm, curious feelings tingling in my stomach...Curling round and round, enveloping meCradling meProtecting meTender touchesSimple smilesYet, all meaning something...Is this how it feels?Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759636/ A tribute to an old, long-ago friend....Ssgt Talon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759635/ Deep blue mysterious pools,Losing me in their depths.Floating, lost. Sandy, blonde, soft as spun silk,Sliding through my fingers. But those eyes,That strong, piercing gaze.Catches you like a deer frozen in headlights. Too difficult to pull away.Much easier to just give in,Lose myselfAnd let him see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759631/ Thoughts churning in my headDon’t know where they’ll laySpinning WhirlingAll aroundConfusion mountsAnxiety beckonsDrawing me to the depths of despairFind the truth amid the voicesHear the only one that caresGod, are you there?Show me your whisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KatCollins/759621/