http://slow.writerscafe.org/katydaixon The original writings of author Katy Daixon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123344 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lyric from Walking on the Moon by The Police http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/806543/ You greet me, hand extended, unableto pull your eyes above my neck.You're excited--the alcoholI smell lubing the inner workingsof your scattered artistic mind.You tell me to sit, then stumblearound, fumbling to gather supplies--a lost puppy I could cuddle.You ready yourself, wet the tipof your brush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/806539/ After "Prepare" by Danielle Grace Warren http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/806537/ I wear white, butit feels like mud;and they cry.Every day,they cryand screamtheir pain,wanting warmthwhen I am cold.There are no coosnor giggles,just little handsclenched into fists,fighting.I fight myself,this white,those cribs, butthey are quicksand.Outside is rotting,and we're sinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/804766/ I used to clap my handsfor Jesus--filling my soulwith praise and love--for someone I was sure existed.I took it in--body and blood--soaked up sermon words like gravied poetry.At school, I read deeplyinto novels--filling my mindwith history and metaphor--into lives separated from my own.I took it in-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/804352/ She types her emotions through letters on a screen that lack sympathy and passion.  Fingering a keyboard is easy,passive, direct exchange avoided.  You may be defriended in that minute of failure.  You hang on every misinterpreted word.The feed dances--spins like a Ferris wheel. The h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/804348/ In the darkest of dark,the baby opens its eyesas the ticking clock stops.The air turns bitter.Outside, guns are silencedas men fall to their knees.Women peel icicle tears from their cheeksand frail children crawl from dumpsters.She appears--stoic and starved--bloodied palms at her side.She swallows .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katydaixon/804343/