http://slow.writerscafe.org/mgibbon The original writings of author 9thstreetmatt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032552 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this was written in topeka kansas on kansas blvd. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/365217/ written when living on kasold during an interesting time in early 2000. i think this song is about a little brunette named miss miller. i could be wrong. this could be about you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/365092/ a reflection that never got finished. achoo. something to do with those crazy days in kansas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/365088/ unpolished and unedited from the big blue book - this is actually originally written on blue paper as well with pencil markings in it to put the breaks where i thought i could of make this a poem. it was at first a mass of sentences and one large block o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/362825/ um. just digging through the big blue journal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/362795/ how many loves have i fucked up along the long road that wound up being so short because of repitition. did i spell that right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/283854/ from the stoops journal. written while living on ninth and 2nd in manhattan. while i was living with a remarkable lady. who should of shot me on site. one night stands turn into relationships,,,,,,,a novel i don't want to write about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/283851/ all this historic writing...nothing is more than it seems - but a poet trying to jump start a craftsmen lawnmower http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/278023/ i am trying to think of somehthing to write for my friend Asif's memorial on saturday..i only drink beer and leer....cry and then sigh...all these things are starting to sound the same. i need a friend like Asif. to write with me.... here is one of the la http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/277993/ ONCE UPON A TIME......all these journals i am going through...for what ...to tell my story, to find others who are just as insane as i and still can only find brief moments of happiness in any idea of the future..is it worth it to continue writing...this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/277968/ i know this written at my father's house...on a computer in a horribly wall papered room that my step sister left for college and a romance with her old highschool band teacher. . . i was still rolling the addiction filled life of a drunken downtown...lil http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/277957/ sometime in may of 2001 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/277721/ years ago . when life was good. and life was full of busch lights and kjhk. when life was full of cooks and poets...when life meant paul. my only true philosopher friend...besides jake hansen...... those two defy all earthly description.....like how the b http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275395/ listen. when your brother and you are drinking - reading - doing drugs - and come from a midwest christian family...( wayte this has been done) then you come up with a poem like this....after smoking a bowl in your fathers garage...please note this is a m http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275353/ listen cats. i have the day off and i am seeping with sweat and this old journal covered in duck tape and pictures of william s burroughs waving a gun, like the day he shot joan. i titled the journal "while god hate his breakfast" a short piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275315/ i'm not going to say i am a great poet. in fact my brother said i lacked concrete imager often with my poems and enjoyed my prose .. . .. .. .. but i just put s**t on paper. light cigarettes. tickle the hearts of those who can't write and live through me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275217/ this is apart of my collection of poems that is typed up and wrinkled in the "big blue" note book of peoms. written during a fury of months when all i did was drink and write and cook. if i could remember those days clearly, i would.......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275209/ love is the last religion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275197/ this is on the next page in my journal - after the initial poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275191/ sitting at henry's where i fell into books, cigarettes and staring at the woman who washed my hair at sakaroffs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mgibbon/275188/