http://slow.writerscafe.org/rmacken80 The original writings of author Rebecca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Moments days ideas and notions running each into the other, I wonder sometimes at this particular madness that is my state of mind.Obsessing and dismissing, detailing and vaguely scanning the limitless horizon for an ending to all this crud, crap (bullshit is what it is) with my own .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/423116/ Just a moment to wallow,       a moment to boo-hoo,       a moment to feel it for all it's worth - whatever worth there is in feeling. Wish I understood all of this - I keep wondering where everything went?   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/351541/ Keep telling myself there is no hopelessness without hope, no pain with out love or love without pain (after awhile all my self affirmations do nothing but run back to back,over and undermining one another until) I’m confused by my own state of mind- my once friend, con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/348867/ "El Guiso" according to a show I watched on the history channel is means used by a Mexican gang to dispose of enemies or defectors. The person is put into a 55 gallon drum and set on fire - usually they are dead when this happens, sometimes they are not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/347437/ I love sleep but it doesn’t like me - year after year it’s fought me childhood night terrors and restless leg sleepwalking sleep talking insomnia so finally I come to pharmaceuticals, isn’t that where they all want us in the end, anyway? Floating on a computer generated non-addicti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/347163/ Two sides to every story                                    to every face         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/347153/  Easy as one found somewhere before two multiplying to three and finishing backward into zero – but back to square one where the world begins, I began as one egg and one swimmer that merged not into two but finding its singularity in the multiplicity – me. You, you began as one tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/265861/  I’ve gotten over you – I thought/ I think (though I’m not entirely sure) little things still stabbing and pricking at me so often this feeling of being discarded when I’m no longer of use still strong enough to push me down make me wonder induce a ripping be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/262947/ Misery comes in threes a single day that foes on forever where the immediate objective becomes so distorted a fresh Kleenex fails to suffice as that sods roll down the ambulances and moving trucks, sheriffs cars becoming blurred on their similarities the irony of a bong in the municipal trunk lost, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252747/  : Amazing to me :to stand vainly balancing the tumbles against a sharp dropdown.telling myself safety first as I skip skip to the loo -nie bin my darlingnot a [careful] thought in the world. No needto pick up the pieces.they only lay brokencrushed taking t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252711/  Let me tell you about my self –according to statistics I am nothing without you. I’m a speck - a miniscule dot on the radar, beeping incessantly in your ear.I am the alien transplant that you were violated for. I am the probe the inside, the suspect, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252710/ A conversion you don’t seeReligion’s uses be come sinful propelled by greed and self-resurrections that leave one breathless constructed not around divine law but instead self interest that does not see the soup kitchen line winding into trash filled alleys but instead stands befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252709/  Find yourself smack  Dab between someone else's present the cold shoulder of your own future streaming past the windowshooting into the present past and future  you can see hear them speaking snoring fartingf*****g in the closet that passes for a rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252708/  I used to be a gianthave I ever told you that? I surrounded and engulfed by myself in perfect harmonyLazily keeping my own company creating my own shores and boundaries - and utter ignorance * I stood fast against a lot of s**tin the wind; perfectly sel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252705/  I could tell you of my dreams: Huddling, hidden behind the upturned metal picnic table, dodging the blowing winds waiting to be swept into the cyclone – dropped in Kansas; no oz for me. There is no wizard, only me pulling my own levers and creating my own acts of delusion... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252704/  Can’t seem to get my mind moving along so my body can followbehind these thoughtsand dreams and all the hopesI’ve carried with myself through continentsacross state lines.The single thing I have had in common with myselves –a consistency to want something other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252703/  Pray tellwhat you see across the planks balanced between the expanse –tell me what can you see across that vastly narrow space –do you see the beginning? Can you hear a faint echo of sound bounding from ship to shore?Can I cliché myself with nautical met.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252702/  Replacing bad steps with worse stillfinding myself falling feet over head into the bottom of my own worries;  tell me how to dig upward with only handsas toolsnothing to support the falling earthtransplanting itself into my skin,my hair, I feel its grit against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252698/  Oh s**tthere’s limbs falling off my treethe leaves don’t grow anymore.    My face breaks open the skyto fall down onto the ground I broke it – not the sky my face – busted it right offthe f*****g concrete&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252696/ Criss-crossing of disastrous sharp edged metal                 / leaning against the gray fallen sky         bracing ourselves against the cold       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rmacken80/252694/