http://slow.writerscafe.org/fjgale The original writings of author fjgale en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113450 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One Bench, One Afternoon The weather-beaten,rickety old bench creaked its inhospitable moan atthe weight that ached it.It was our weight.Yours and mine.And, the wind attackedthe aged trees that surrounded usforcing the branches tosway violently against its po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/965441/ This is for you who never reallyknew meYou had assumptions that weren’tpart of meSecrets I kept; all the parts Ididn’t want you to seeYou could never hope to understandme Yeah, I walked away from my familyShe was too far in my head, my skinbledT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/960593/ The sound of thewaves thundered. The thud of the water rushed the foot of the cliff,reverberating beneath my feet. The wind howled all around me, it’s sound justbearable, almost deafening. And then I heard it. It’s screams, warning me toturn back around, not to go any further for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/958313/ Can you analyze me objectively, Or are you stuck within your subjectivity? You all criticize me collectively But does it give you the desired effect in me? Am I looking for vindication? Subconscious sins needing salvation? Is there something hidd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/958302/ The ticking of the clock.The hands move of their own will.Untouchable. Unchangeable.We cannot exercise our authority.We cannot hurry it nor slow it down.It holds the power. We are simply at its mercy.Always slow when you hurt. Always. Mocking.Is it just a trick?. It canno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/958298/ Eyes of fire fillthis road every nightThe beacons, theheadlights of every carThey shine, theyblind, they fade, then morph to dayMine stay dim, asI’ve given up the fight I watch as manyreach their EXIT signAn inner lightswitches on and flashesI watch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/fjgale/957777/