http://slow.writerscafe.org/mule69 The original writings of author Kenny Carcaterra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070403 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a little circlethat I keep around meand those that I lovewho also love me.And the circle is smallbecause it's hard to love me,and too soon will be smallerbecause you're leaving me.Won't have you to call me "lovey",won't see you sippin' tea,won't have your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/314511/ my country tis of mefor "thee" has gone astrayschoolyard bullyberating, belittlingdemanding, destroyinglike Kong run amokin Manhattanswatting at flies withbillion dollar sledgehammersinjectingfearcold, demented opiatemonstrous systemdeluded, feeding on it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/314508/ tired of all the liestired of all the noisetired of all the violencetired of men and their toystired of disrespectful kidsand the parents who don't caretired of the smell of deathpervading, fouling the airtired of getting uptired of falling downtired of phony peoplejerking me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/314506/ you turn to leaveafter having just finished the onewhere the bough breaksand the cradle fallsand down comes baby (presumably me) and your parting words about not letting bed bugs biteoffer no comfort as you turn out the lightmommy - please don't go downinto your hole tonig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/314505/ can't run awayfrom myself todaycan't hide behindsome shield of liescan't run a lineof jive by youjust a wall of denialyou'll see through blade of truthcuts like a knifebut this is pain that saved my lifeliving truei found meliving truehas set me free  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/209560/  as i walked along the beachthinking myself alonei looked up from the bookmy nose was buried into find myself surrounded by poetrya gull hovering on the windsand sifting between my toessunlight crystallized ocean wavesone wave, tipped with foamreaches out to me, washing my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/209556/ the stars all sleepabove a blanket of cloudswhich shed their gentle rainembraced by earth below sit silent in my roomwildly writing by candlelightfor a storm has comeand taken my power away a room bathed in glittering goldthe page lit by a soft warm glow&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/209551/  they’d get off the bus at the same stopi’d seen them walk home separately a dozen times beforeeach day they’d walk a little closerseveral days agothey began speaking with one anotherthe other day, i saw them walking considerably sloweryesterday they wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mule69/209543/