http://slow.writerscafe.org/DanaDominick The original writings of author Madison Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776023815 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wanting to be betterneeding to move onwhere are youwhere are youthis is inconvenient "this"whatever that is.yes there still is coffee and, yesthere still are booksyes there still is music and, yesthere still are whisperscircling in your headi just don't know what they're sayingwanting to be needed n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/569512/ finally? finally peaceful. the roller coaster ending, and my hair isn't even out of place. split ends smoothed like a  haircut from my past. my throat - not sore from screaming; smiling and understanding this is the way it will be for a time. i've hit this constant and now know i never need to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/550687/ I can't seetowering spruce trees on hillsor a pink, feminine smirk.So when my countenance evolvesinto an emotional stare,please don't think it's becauseI am taking careful notice ofmelting clocks orpieced-together stars.I can't seethose things.Realism, Expressionism;Still Life.Pointillism, Impressio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/489706/ the stain of sincannot be blotted out.there's a crack in every mirror;imperfection reflected in all of us.i can't be corrected or remadeand i want it to stay that way.art never comes from happiness,neither does living.even the silk flowers are dying - or can you not see that a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/476286/ i'm capturingfleeting moments of mass confusion.labelingit "the human race". this is what my insides are doing as i glance through you.you've just realized that i've beenstandingon the top of the universe,laughing.its funny because i have just reali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/476284/ this was rejected recently from a small magazine of short stories. so its definitely not my best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/413370/ Fear.This is not a bleeding scratch in my lung anymore.I’ve lost my fear of hatingand be hated;Loveand being loved.I do not fear the cessation of my breathing.“Love is as strong as death,” you see – sometimes you have to die until you can finally.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/412257/ their blue eyes gaze out the windowthe cold air is stinging the gas flame blue but they still don't blinksometimes you have to keep lookingto finally understand the point. the chill in the air doubles as they sit in their chairshe puts his hand over her's;skin so dry yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/403755/ perhaps this is all just a dream.all of our mistakes,skeletons,    ...and regretsare all just random synapses     FIRING in our never-ending stage ofREMand in the morningwe will all see that none of us werereally that careless or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/403754/ i want to write a book of essays. heres the first one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/332069/ this is very old. something that was "deleted" from this site. i just hate having an empty profile now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DanaDominick/283481/