http://slow.writerscafe.org/timmccormack The original writings of author Tim F*****g McCormack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776267012 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ShadowsThe man in the moonlight is a shadow ?Like a white painting on a blank canvas ?Falls into the beautiful girl by his side ?An abstract moment where loneliness ?Is completely erased with our shapes ?As if we could tear down the walls of our skin ?And seep to become one body without sin ?Or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214464/ UntitledHe has bones that stretch his thin skinTo bits and his body doesn�t fitAnd against his slim fingers he pressesHis hand until the bones crack And he creaks when he walks like a gateToo afraid to open, but he knows betterThan to let himself stay shut out He arms q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214463/ I woke sore from dreamingSheets choked around my neckAnd soaked through with sweatPalms making marks in their imprintsWhile I write sad songs about my indifferenceI raced into the streets to see the Shuttle launchTo find them flooded with others of the same thoughtSee the boosters burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214462/ The rain cuts holes in skyWriting letters I don�t recognizeAgainst my windshield They spell out dreams I�ve hadIf I don�t die in my sleep every nightI can remember dreaming of you You�re kneeling down by my headAnd I�m hurt, p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214461/ What It Means For The Predator To Become The Prey        He is young, and he is dumb, and he is hurt and so he is vindictive as well. He has always been vindictive and the few serious relationships he has had at this point in his life have always been s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214459/ Get out of town, Aphrodite. Get out of town, baby girl. I've found a new goddess, Baby and she's-        her eyes, oh her eyes, constellations, suns and stars can't shine half as bright, but the sunlight shows them for what they are- golden flowers, still s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214458/ Were you too borne forth from foaming sea,conceived in the thralls of my troubled mind:beauty, beauty to soothe the savage seasthe wind-whipped waves borne of my breast,that savage island of blood which you first touched?Did the lush love planted there, buried beneathblood and vain, not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214457/ �Love Is The Religion of The Weak� The First NightAnd then I threw up seven times. Not because I had a disease or a virus or anything. But because the thought of not having you makes me physically sick. And how pathetic is that. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214456/         It was our chance to be Brutus, our chance to make a mark on history. Ever since I was a child, a poor farmer's child with callused hands, who knew nothing but work, at night I would wish away my weariness with dreams of being remembered forever. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214454/         It is laughter that pours from his mouth; a laughter that fights against the tears that pour from his eyes; against the ringing that stings his ears; against the pain the pain in his chest, his heart, and his head; against his lips eve, as they twist a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214453/         Out on the ocean, feeling the ripple of the sea's sinew beneath his body Hector, tamer of horses, lays waiting; knowing the sun is burning his back, but just waiting, like other furthers to his right, for a wave, not a perfect wave at all, but rather j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214452/ "Form follows f**k- what was it again? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214450/ Sometimes I'm afraid I'm this ticking clockand I'm just too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214448/         There's this simple slice of life; this Happiness I've never had, and I'm afraid I'm never going to now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214447/ Still up; can't sleep, heath?Yeah, I've just got to finish something http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214446/ Gimme shelter!Gimme shelter! Or I swear I'll fade away! Mother! Mother! So much depends upon         I just need a place to rest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214445/ Mr Marx, please explain to me how everybody's equalities equal up to be the same liberty for you and me?See- he's as quiet as a buzzing bee working at his honey just like me eat sleepand f**k for themselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214443/         I swear to god- look I'll tell you this muchin the booth, with the priest thereasking what I've done, nothing ever comes to mind        because I'm always too busy thinking of that one scene where two p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214442/ I never realized we could bringan elephant in your sheets, ignoring the space between us. and pretending to be blindmen both thinking it could be something else-"Wow, baby, you're huge." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214441/ those songs we made        remember- playing on each other's body. That was music! hips and thighs and mouths and mounds-if only we could sing        but we've made use of our mouths for other things! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214440/ your words fall somewhere between windand running water, working their waythrough the stone walls I built around my heartFinding the cracks, tearing them apartand seeping in, waiting for the coldthe freeze to take apart everything I built around meand Find Your Way Back Into My Heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214439/ It says"God is sex"Can you buy it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214438/ I have traversed further rivers than thisBridged mightier, I have come so far to reach the heart of RomeTo cross the RubiconBut my feet grow tired here, and I wonderWhat if she shuts herself from me?Am I truly all I have dreamt, marble statuedMemorialized for ages, CaesarI have come .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214437/ Look we all knew this would happenthere's nothing else to do-This is what everyone wants.                "Et tu brute" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214436/ The modern pagans rejoiceIn Jupiter, encircled by many wivesSo heavenly. And in Mothernature how as boys we all loved her.Celebrated in raised voice, one ascending to the nextas befits their origin- Eureka!The modern pagans aspireAll among the anthropomorphic asHeavenly Haley to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214435/ How are you?I feel like I'm dying.(you'll get over it) I'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214434/ I wonder if jesse lacey makes bad jokes in bed tooor just writes lyrics in his head-too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timmccormack/214433/