http://slow.writerscafe.org/msmccune The original writings of author Marc Mccune en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981051 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chasing a writing muse that is sonetime not easy to find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/2107904/ long for old places and feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1588039/ looking at you, looking at me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1563994/ the aspects of living a life, listening to Macca, agreeing with what he says. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1563819/ searching for answers, and wondering if others have the same questions of what this life means. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1421759/ memories of a father from long ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1156192/ wondering why and how I got to this place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1147261/ there are things that you hold downthat you don't let see the light of day.those old thingssometimes you take them out and look at themlike old photographsif you are lucky, they are in living colorbut all too often, there are black and while memorieswhere you have to fill in the blanks.Memories th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1078815/ regrets, wishes, what if http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1078789/ looking for nuggets of gold among other people's cast offs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/1054500/ time you exected to be temporary, short, turns into a span of years, leaving love ones behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/890116/ saturday morning coffee run http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/796583/ a new world between people only happens when two separate worlds come toge4ther. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/796581/ knowledge found, I thought   then windows were opened wide      now,  back to questions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/623380/ psukhe souffléwhat is it? I know what I used to believe.who?in the left side in the back of my brain,maybe in my mind.couldn't be my soul?the still small voice...tells me, don't say that,please don't write thatjust wait.in patience possess ye your soulotherwise you wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/623376/ tasting stale coffeelightened for the bitternesssomehow like my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/623371/ a stream of consciousness spills out, moving my mind from one thing to the next http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/358857/ at times, thoughts cannot be put into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/358581/ animals call homeMy last apartment move, Atticus didn't like it.he hated the removal of all of our stuff.As we worked our way from the front of the apartmenthe receded to the back bedroom, finding a hidey hole inthe room-sized walk-in closet, behind a the mattressleaning against the wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/356752/ sometimes a single word will jog a torrent of memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/msmccune/208891/