http://slow.writerscafe.org/Emily%20B The original writings of author Emily B en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948492 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wandering throug the dusty halls of history, there are forests of papers that are written by men and about men. Women were there, too. And sometimes we find scraps of their words. We are left to piece them together like quilts that are stitched with threads of births and work. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2934842/ This is my place. It's small and plain. It's my place. Nobody wanted it but me. But with time and attention, it is a good place. For me. And you can visit. Almost any time. We can share a story. Or a song. And I've noticed there is plenty of space for you a plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2900557/ Just a little thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2888507/ My mother's old bonesPerch on a seat by the doorGuarding her hoardOf old relicsAnd useless goodScavenged from her ancestors. Her eyes are dull.She only seesWhat she wants to.Those bones are coldA whining bundle Of selfish wantCurled in a cradle of lies.My mother's bon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2873515/ I haven't showered Or brushed my teeth.My internal voiceHas been bombarding meWith a to do listThat I can't getDone.Clutter is noise. And noise hurts.Trying to distance Myself From the annual Odious drive To dinner with motherWith cheerful Christmas Decoration.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2869860/ Facebook just informed meThat I have no memories Today.I've never had as manymemories As nightmaresThere have always beenSmall and large gapsWhere my recollections Should beSo I'll probably justcheck back tomorrow To see if Facebookremembers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2868586/ Words areChainsYokesShacklesI am too oftenFound bereftMissingThe right answerBut, oh, sometimesWhen the wordsCome and perchOn my shoulder I can fly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2868443/ My grandchild http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2866867/ Work was too mindless Today To keep my brainFrom running in circlesSo at lunchI took it for a walkMaple trees were waitingAt the end of the laneOne scarlet leafLay On the pathI carried it backTo the shopA prizeFit forA cloudy Tuesday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2866393/ Thinking out loud http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2866318/ Cause I don't write those anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2798559/ Journal from a recent trek http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2793811/ something in the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2033180/ It was a big, huge dealwhen I found my voice.I tried to use it for goodand not for evil.But I lost the spark,the light,and I don't know howto get it back.I don't even wantto talkmost days.I know there are thingsI need to saybut not todaynot today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2010497/ since I startedwriting hereso many moons agoso many friendshave disappearednot to other sitesor apathyor writer's blockhas anybody made an accountingof all the missing facesof the friends we loved? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/2002406/ In the beginning was the Wordwell, not exactly,in the beginningI was in my 30swhen that first handfulof little poems fell outBut it felt so good.That voicewas so new.I just wanted to use itall the time.And I used my words for goodand not for evil.Somewhere it all got twisted.Trauma on top ofmore tra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1999268/ what am I up to lately?it's a good question. I've been absent a lot since John Sternemann passed away.I work at Fort Boonesborough State Historic Site April through the end of October. I volunteer there the rest of the time. I have a knife, a tomahawk and my own ax. I also have a spinning wheel and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1994771/ draft, rusty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1994751/ I keep my inner poetPut away.She is dangerous.Doesn't understand her own power.She thinks she can flyAnd she'll make you believeThat you can, too.But her wings are paper thin.Too fragile for long flights.Her eyes shine too muchWhen the poetry is flowing.I've seen the devastat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1947270/ I tried, Lord, I tried.I protected him as oftenand with whatlittle strength I had.He punched mein the stomachwhen he thoughtthe neighbor wasn't watching.And his eyes saidplain enoughthat he could kill mebefore mom got homeand I would barricademyself in my roomtil she pulled in the drivewayand act li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1938547/ my world changed todayand nobody has noticed yeti don't like changedon't deal wellwith upheavalwith letting goeven when it is neededbut at least there are wordsand time has a way of erasing memoriesa year from nowno one will even rememberi once filled a chairduring the night shift   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1748029/ a co-worker just confided that i am a better cookthan a colleague who considers herself an expert in the field.much surprised, i didn't think in my year tenure i had shared enough of my kitchen to make an impression.apparently it is the simple things,that count in life.i am reminded of the old ladyg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1748026/ i don't know how longit has been sincei shut myselfoff from the worldaround mei reinforcedold boundariesclosed the gatesto new acquaintancesstopped talkingi see myself stepping awayfrom some old patternsand peopleonly the patternis me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1740911/ under my blue polowith the emergency logoi think there is a holein my chestbut i am afraid to lookanother deep breathand anothersend the ambulanceto the old lady who has fallenwhat if on further inspectionthere really is a holein my chestand i find that i am missingthat big cardiac musclei stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1740910/ i am finding my lifein small stitcheslatelymending the hemon a pillowcasedarning the holein a sockpatching a holein well-worn sheetsi am finding my lifein small stitcheslatelyuntil i have the energyto make larger seams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1721124/ looking back at mefrom a 16th century paintingCount Alborghetti of Bergamo And His Sonit was your faceyour hairyour eyesyour handsi never had a photographof you beforeit seems strangeto sit in front of this imagenowholy fuckyou really shouldn't sneak up on me that wayi rememberbeing married to youa .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1720629/ and i know that i need to do some cleaning outi just might as well saythat i should probably start with mei started a stressful new jobaround the same time that i became a reiki practitionerbut i put one awayand focused on the struggle of the other onei find myself pulling away from folkswho don't k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1720625/ I can't sleep.  I can't remember.  There are so many moments lost. And I understand that a lot of those memories were blocked to protect me. But I can't remember the first time you kissed me. Where was it? What were we doing?  I remember the day that you thought about i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1720624/ i read a book yesterdaycover to cover in justa few hoursthe first booki have been ableto finish in over a yeari cried a littlewhen i was donefor the characterand her familyfor mei recognized somethingin herand now my headis reelingtrying to make sense of damageand repairand the languageof it all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1720623/ my mother texted the other dayapparentlymy brother was arrestedafter an altercation at the dollar storeit sounds very kentuckyi knowi thought it has nothing to do with mei mean in all realityi contact him once every five to seven yearsto see if he is capableof an adult relationshipand we're not due .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1720620/ someone said share a ghost story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1705021/ always one to go backto the basic building blocks with words and life and all i have been learningto spin wool into yarn first with a drop spindlethe way ancestorshave made threadfor thousands of years then on a borrowed wheel waiting sometimesnot so patientlyto be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1699503/ the yellow brick broadi travelledstarted with finding my voice(it had flown away on a Kansas tornado).Somewhere along the wayI hoped I would stand taller -- be more honestbut, you know, the munchkinsthey always get really nervous.they worry about the semblance of sanityand the wicked witchesand thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1699501/ i told you there would be a christmas poemand i meant it at the timebut hours got awaythere was a cough and i needed sleepor thought i did there is a full moon outand somebody out there in the worldjust thought about me so hard that it sent chills from my head down my back and i thought to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1697999/ I don't know if I can do thisthe grief is too rawjust the other day we were watchingfunny videos on youtubeand you were making trumpet noisesevery timeI had to blow my nose I rememberthe first night I came to third shiftI would catch you looking at mesizing me uptrying to decide if I was going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1682936/ everything changed and yet nobody noticed but i've noticed that a lot of people like to talk at methey never give me room to answer back it has been a year for change and stress and loss five funerals in ten weeks, three of those murdered under the age of 33 there is something th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1682890/ I've been wandering lost and uninspired for a couple of years now. I joked that my words went away when John did but I'm starting to realize that it is more than that. An old teacher asked about my volume of poetry and I picked it up and read it before mailing it to her. On every page was a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1644322/ I just realizedthat in all my years of writing--resentmentis the only emotionI never wrote aboutand maybe the only onethat I most need to exorciseI am so very attachedto my resentmentsthat I never realizedthat were eating me alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1536884/ energy can heal too all things are possible to them that believe why don't we believe? I believe, it's my unbelief that makes me fall short you have the power to change that do you? every day. I changePower is sometimes just a whisper of lighttelling us to grow now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1533828/ but do we really ever have a choice in the matter?having trouble breathing this weekthe albuterol isn't helpingmaybe it isn't asthma or allergies after allmy joints are all screaming and I know that I am tiredbut there are bigger things at work herethan stress and not getting enough resthow do you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1531259/ so I really need to dump my feelingscan't really afford to let loose at the momenthave to keep it together EmilyI really need to go to bed for about three daysand get some good restbut I have way too much s**t to dohave to get it together Emilymy future rests mostlyon doing well with these tests and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1531252/ yesterday's class involvedserving the suicide callerif you know meyou may suspect that I have met this issuea time or two beforesome days I looked it in the mirror there was real struggleon several faces around the roomeverybody reneged on last night's plansnobody felt like playing gamesbeing s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1526311/ I have all these questions to ask herbut she flies away from the fence-lineand over the barnsI hear her calling in the early morning hoursbut I get no answersnot to the questions my heart makesand I feel the hot heavy breath of the hunterstheir foot treads sound ominouson the forest floorI have been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1524738/ we have been-you and i-an entire lifetime trying to get back towhat we were     -before- Egos get in the way.Those flams Burn.I see all my sinsin you     and run away. Maybe we will nevercome togetherin this lifetime. but i am readyto love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1509786/ but when inspiration is thin . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1509784/ i don't hear the voiceson the other side of the line yet as a dispatch operator in trainingi only see the calls in queuemostly waiting for ems squadsto come and check all the vitals sometimes they radio backwaiting for patient decision sometimes i hear patient refusedtreatmentagainst .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1500899/ i am not sure exactly wherei left off in my storyi get calls to interview sometimesand they go well generallyi leave with a handshake and good intentions i am directed to take obligatory drug tests and there really isn't any waythat i could ever f**k that up all of these things are more ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1492992/ i keep some Prozac in my purse but i don't use itunless i have to like when i haven'tleft the house in three daysand haven't cared to check my messagesand haven't done morethan the bare minimum to get me through the day waiting for a burst of energyto make e feel a little human&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1490478/ winter can be longwhen you are looking for a joband all the applications are submittedonline at McDonald's and you never ever hear anything back the guy across the aislelost his apartment thoughhe sleeps at the salvation armybut has to go out into the cold worldduring the dayhe's waiting on fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1485646/ how do you tell somebodythat has lived with youfor twenty years that having a bad daysaying those wordsdoesn't meanthat i stumped my toeor burnt the breador missed the appointmentor got turned away from the hundredth job having a bad daymeans i wanted it to bethe last day but we don't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Emily-B/1485580/