http://slow.writerscafe.org/Day The original writings of author Day en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151965 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I knew when I picked that tulip from the neighbour’s yardthat I wasn’t just killing a flower but something in me.I didn’t know what it was, then.  (innocence. that’s what it was.) I didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/1061789/ I hop into a bed most nights, most nights I take my panties off and if I’m lucky then there’s something soft like a blanket knit by my grandmother’s hand or sometimes the boorish dick of a man, it’s all the same; something soft to soothe my soul at night.sometimes I paint my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/1037310/ o' turtle in your tank why do you cry?belly-ache or heartache;which is it this time, turtle? o' slow creatureidle too longit's time to move onmoss collects upon your backinimitable armourto mundane pebbleyou transformin your tanktell me what ails youyoung reptiledo you long for the tasteof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/1037309/ or really, how not to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/970148/ I was born with an overwhelming empathyfor all creatures encompassing me, a red heart ready to feel something I’d never felt before;I was born with the ability to love, and perhaps I’d no say in the matter,but the blood filled me no less and the strings‘round my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/970115/ even the kindest of honeybees will be crushed under theweight of rubber and cloth.a man lacking consideration, appreciation; thoughhe has motivation for the adaptiation of our world in his view, when he stepsupon that which composes our earth it is our cue.I know, my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/969380/ walks on tiptoes; an arachnid of sorts with ballet legs and great white jaws sinks itsteeth beside the collar of your jacket,unfastening the buttons to exposea healthy beat beat beat but the shame creeps in, carressing a bare torso, looking;searching for the fat in which to feast. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/968708/ I will confide in you as the earth does the suntrusting every ray incessently absorbing your warmth into me;I will need you to grow, my sunjust as you need me to balance you and my orbit to feed the stars to you and help you grow, my sun. I will look up t’wards the heavens .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/968705/ your eyesof orchidsmaybe lotus...they float                       detached stars perhaps.                      a ship set sail              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/968696/ there’s always this voice in the back of my head, mumbling words that I don’t understand so for years, I sit, listening; trying to decipher a code lain before me but with all of the noise that’s around me it’s tricky to see the significant things.what’s important to us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/968690/ I spit words of lava, pouring passionately down my neck and to my toes, sealing me to this place where I stand; stuck in this place where I stand and my words are too firey for people to hear yet too gripping for them to look away. and from a distance they peer, not knowing how my words will qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/968688/ I burned my fingers the other day on a hot stove element justto see how it felt, and although I tried I couldn’t cry, instead reflected withslight anguish at the disparity between you and I. the differences, there aremany, from our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Day/967292/