http://slow.writerscafe.org/kylielockheart The original writings of author kylie.lockheart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092407 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Like aspens in the fallThere's a reasonFor the flourishing To die.A point to makeFor autumn's Long stretch.I'm falling With them. These leaves To the ground,In completeQuiet. In a silenceThat speaks to all. That gentle ache,Saying:"Wait-The wind Will take care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/3007910/ A sestina I wrote for creative writing class... Familial trauma and all that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2961726/ I could never buy them. My heart achesFor the cattle.I see them roaming, Free in green fields,Needing nothing moreThan one another,And the clean taste Of grass. They passLike a scene Through car windows,While we findGod.While we chase allWe haven't seen,Searching for the lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2939965/ Angst I've been carrying for too long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2939465/ A short story I wrote a long, long time ago while staying in Florida http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2936170/ Title of my poetry book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2920864/ How funnyThat each time it beginsAfraid, In need of coaxing.One foot dippedInto murky waters. A setting sunDripping along a half-bloomed garden. Love shows each day Only with the constant assuranceWe can handle it. And each night we are gratefulThat we were strong enough.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2918477/ Written at a bittersweet time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2909237/ Perhaps we've grown jaded,While our ambitions turn green From the blue light comfort of the screen.Perhaps all I want now Is pink, white, and orange pillsTo forget whatever's going on. My sister is off today on acidAnd my brother and I watch movies each nightLike creatures in the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2907273/ It was fine,The three hour movie I watched with no one.That's all I can sum it up to these days:It was fine.And the part whereShe ripped out her liverFor her loverDidn't surprise me at all.It was fineExitingTo an empty parking lot,Sky smoke-hazy From this forth of July.This is what I callFreedo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2906091/ Good WorkIt's a simple strife.To lose,To love,To move.Walking from a dark night To a warm-lit room.The slate wiped clean,With no warning.Only choosing forgivenessEach time. Maybe the good timesHave really gone past. We can never be together again.You leave early now on holidays, andWe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2906088/ THE GARDEN I have grown a tender heartFor the the scars I swore were bleeding.Yet, last time I checked,Nothing seeped through my sleeveOnly a small raise A barely noticeable discolorationHas remained.I have come to terms withLoving the weaknesses I was born to,With the notion It was m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kylielockheart/2906087/