http://slow.writerscafe.org/MrJodie The original writings of author MrJodie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065902 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's an experiment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/271186/ This is for the "Calling All Angels" contest. Bless you Lily1111. Namaste. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/270340/ I have a boss who reminds me of my father, the man of whom I'm most afraid. I had a difficult week at work and wished for someone to help me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/264154/ Written for a contest for "Literary Painting." Can you guess what it's really about? (see author's note) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/263008/ Heated, smelted, poured, shaped, tempered, smashed, heated, smelted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/261678/ For the "Clever Fortune Cookie" Contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/260350/ I have a deep respect for my Native American heritage, miniscule though it is. Unfortunately, that part of me resents the rest of me for what it did to my people. Have I mentioned that I'm a walking paradox??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/260326/ Day in, day out, day over... I have so much love. Life is good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/259370/ There's hope. Are you listening to me?!?! THERE IS HOPE!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/259246/ Sometimes things just pop into my head. I'm thinking about having a doorbell installed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/259239/ I wrote this for a local contest. My family thinks it's totally "commercial" but I liked it. I love this town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/256957/ I keep hearing about the "ever elusive Great Americal Novel." It strikes me as tragic that anyone would even strive for that. Say what's really in your heart and we're going to change the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/256676/ I used to commute two hours, each way, to work. I wrote this driving into work one day. I guess the carbon monoxide fumes got to me. At least it's sincere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/256504/ Ever wonder? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/254707/ Yeah, it happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/254153/ I needed something to laugh at. I found this in the lint filter in the dryer. Do you think it's real? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/254131/ If you only knew her the way that I do. BACK OFF, SHE'S MINE! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/253723/ I'm apologizing now, because I'm about to upset you. I mean it. This is one serious tare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/253636/ I reformatted this for a contest for Urban Fiction... after being encouraged by a WC friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/253173/ Boo. Gotcha, didn't I? Don't be scared, I'm harmless. Shh. Don't tell anyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/253071/ Inspired by, and written for, the Ladder To The Sky contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/252666/ I saw a contest for PAS5ION and there's only one true passion for me. Isn't it obvious? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/250811/ Lately, I'm writing things I didn't know were in me. This is the darkest thing I've ever written and it scares me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/246976/ Inspired by the contest Remember Me. This is how I chose to use those two words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/246940/ Okay, it's just pure silliness but when I saw a contest for Kyrielle form, this was the first thing that popped into my head. BTW, the picture is my brother bein' goofy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/241391/ I have to write. I need to write. Write, d****t, write! Hey... why am I bleeding? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/241218/ I am NOT a poet. I am not my color TV, either... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/239259/ It started out bad and just got worse... the blog, that is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/226342/ I've always been convinced that I'd be destroyed in an estrogen explosion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/226328/ Don't type angry! Don't ty... is that a real gun? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/226325/ One person can only take enough junk in their inbox before they snap. I snapped early. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/226324/ A sudden flash of insight... and a little complaining. Okay, a lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/226322/ Handing a man on the edge a computer and internet access is dangerous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223093/ How, the hell, can one holiday make you question your own existence? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223088/ This explains everything. Okay, maybe not everything. Well, it offers a twisted perspective into the dark recesses of my insanity, anyway... revel in the madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223085/ This is how it all started. Cue the wailing and gnashing of teeth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223081/ Everyone passes around those "get to know" lists. I can't do anything normal. Nope, can't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223075/ What happens when everything changes? For God's sake, punt! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223071/ Estrogen can be a good thing, in small doses. In large doses, it's like a hormonal time bomb. There may be no survivors... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/223065/ September 23, 1930 � June 10, 2004 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221500/ No, you're not seeing double. Do not attempt to adjust your reality. We have you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221494/ Would you like a side of Prozac with that? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221491/ Three reps of ten, a quick stretch and then free your mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221489/ Can't you just smell the love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221487/ It's just an expression... of abject fear! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221481/ Oh, how far we've fallen. What do you mean, "what do you mean, we." We're in this together, right? Fine, be that way. I'll be over here pouting and sucking my thumb like a grown man should. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221479/ It's a little difficult to dance while being shot at... and while crying. I will now attempt to do both without a net. Keep the ambulance and the janitorial staff close by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221476/ Oooh, look, it's all shiny and sterile and medical looking. Hey, what's with the scalpel??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221473/ Solving the mysteries of the universe one paradox at a time. That's my job. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221470/ It's also for philosophy. Hey, they sound the same. Give a guy a little artistic license, here, will ya? Oh, and money. Lots and lots of filthy lucre. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrJodie/221464/