http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaitlynnkelly The original writings of author Kaitlynn Kelly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776275108 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short poem about music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1122431/ CHAPTER 6 As it turned out,life without mom seemed just like life. Somehow, all of us startedour lives back again. Brad went back to Chicago, Charlie went towork every night to bartend, and Dad went back to work each morning. I was the only person without a job. And t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074304/ There's a special kind of hatethat develops inside youwhen you see her with someone elseanyone elseeven her family.She lives inside you,her heart pounding with yours,and when it grows distant orindistinct,it's pounding with someone else.You ask yourselfWhere is m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074272/ My mother's funeralwas filled with static. Everywhere I went, I couldn't get it out ofmy head. When people talked to me, offered their condolences, all Icould hear was a muffled voice, garbled in my own head. But itultimately didn't matter because I knew what each person wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074266/ I don't rememberwhen I started pouring salt on my eggs, but I dropped the shaker whenAunt Julie shouted “Em!” so loudly that the entire restaurantlooked over at us. I saw their eyes, judging us for being rude andinterrupting their breakfast. I wonder how the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074265/ 3am woke me with a jolt. My father was at my side, shaking me. “Em,Em wake up. Wake up.” “Wha-huh? Whatis it?” I said, rubbing my eyes? Carmen jumped out of the bed andran down the hallway. I remember thinking it was odd. “It's your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074264/ CHAPTER 2 42 days ago Graduating school felt like a blur. Ihad spent four years of sleepless nights, of half-read books andmostly consumed alcohol, to stand on a stage for four seconds. Iloved school. And after the English department calmly filed out ofthe oldes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074262/ The opening scene (that is why it is so short) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074260/ 3 midwestern siblings travel across the country to California after the death of their mother, but what they discover about each other along the way changes their travels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1074259/ Free style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/1011011/ What have we done but love,my love?  This worldis dried up and we’re stuckin time.My body arched, your lipspursed and coiled, you crawlfrom behind for easy reach.Your hands graspand rhythmically entrancemy muscles whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/965474/  There is a world beyond thisWhere gold shimmers and silver glistens,But it is not our world.How wondrous it all seemsFrom so far away.  ButDark all at once.Not ours,Never ours. Blown glass, gently stainedWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/965472/ I sold my soul to the state of Illinois in hopes of writinga good story. I dreamt of squirrels flying over golden hills of corn.  Winds followed them with thousands of red andorange leaves.  (They were leaving for asafer place) .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/824683/ It is a strange feeling,not being able to sleep.A place I once found comfortin every crease, crevice…comfortin the paisley blue and pink, comfortin the simultaneous warmth and cool.Now I feel the stingof a fold misplaced, stingin the heat of the pillow, sting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaitlynnkelly/824681/