http://slow.writerscafe.org/Courtney%20Drew The original writings of author Lux en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027254 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Februa has swallowed my colorless heart. I am immersed in this opaque and unfeeling month, this length of iridescent days stretching on for eternity.  It’s depressing me with bricks and rain, with cinder blocks and lightening bolts.  I lock my bedroom door, trying to ignore and escap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Drew/205645/ Home. The one place Mark never belonged, yet the one place he seemed to always be headed. Mark was a young human, but an old animal, in general terms. He had already outlived many of the cats and dogs he had known when he was doing most of his growing. And Mark didn't like that place, the place .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Drew/205644/ A short reflection of how I feel lately: strange and alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Courtney-Drew/205635/