Lexy | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/ADickerson The original writings of author Lexy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775280861 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Valentine's Day I've been trying to get this where I want it since February. It's not working. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/981007/ What Else Based off Alicia Ostriker's poem "What Else" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/979765/ What Does Hers Look Like? The silver ring sits on his finger,its shine like a quarter moonon a clear September night.He does nothing to draw attention to it,but the eye is mesmerized by its simplicity,and I can’t help but wonder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/977526/ Then the Light Turned Green and my Bus Drove Away This homeless woman throws her empty Poland Springwater bottle onto the sidewalk.It rolls down the ramp but gets caught in that dividebetween sidewalk and road.I watch as she struggles to the bottle, picks it upand sets it down where no one could step on it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/977524/ Blaidd Drwg Welsh for "Bad Wolf." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/977490/ Dead SS Soldier at Canal, Dachau, Germnay based on a photograph by Lee Miller http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/977327/ The Paths of the Stars I just want to walk;to keep on walking and I wonder how far I would get to gobefore I'd have to turn around.However, I'm no Forrest Gump.I couldn't walk the same roadsover and over just because I can.There is always something more to see.I wish I could walk the pathsof the starsbecause the nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/975498/ Yearly Physical Today was my first doctor’s appointment without my momaccompanying me. Recently, I got my license that allows me to drive wherever Iwant to, so it wasn’t a huge deal that my mom wasn’t with me, though it wasstill a bit weird. Even the nurse who c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/973233/ Seven Minutes Later, I Was Dead my short story final for my creative writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/973231/ His Butler from the perspective of the apple's face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/973229/ "Dear Diary..." Why are you crying?Your tears splash over meand into meand I am drowning.Your words slashand claw into mebut never through me.I have never knownwhat you have beentelling me all this time,but even when you pressthe pen down very hard,I still won't be able tounderstand you.I hide under your pillow all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/973226/ Killer Poet this is going to be in my school's literary magazine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/971114/ Buying Chinese Food Her silent sadness screams to meas she works in the metal kitchenshe has become trapped in.I see her inability to smileand want to help her,but she has already taken my order;there is nothing else to say.When she hands me my foodI know she’ll have to say something then.As we wait for my food t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/970630/ Don't Hit Redial “Are you sure this is a good idea?”she asks, twisting her fingers in her lap. They sat together, on the edge ofher bed.  The phone sat betweenthem. She was sure that this call needed to be made, just as he was sure that thiswas in fact not a great.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/970609/ Rose for Doctor Who fans http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/970607/ Jupiter This is my first performance piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ADickerson/970606/