http://slow.writerscafe.org/NickPatrick The original writings of author Nick Patrick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776211090 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hello, canoeHow do you do?Is there something new?I found you in twoMore red than blueGet you some glue?I had a good stewLet’s start a cueFor you, good canoeHere’s a nice viewYou and your crewCan feel so anew .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058127/ Thecave’s black top clamors me forth Withits wistful pattern reaching my earsThroughlauding whispers pointing due northSubjectingmy soul to haughty leers  What ittells is of nothing I have not knownFor inthis cavern I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058126/ Where isthe nerve that meets muscle with bone?Themind has divorced body and the soul is aloneCascadingthrough the night, an ocean of wonderThebeing has been reduced by unforgiving thunderWhichclaps with liberal hands on the face of longev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058125/ When I reflect on the power of myhandsI see not purpose but utmost prideAnd admit with clarity where theysubside Palm with digits, vessels in strands Observe, I can mend the driest oflands!Fertilizing the soil with an eagerstrideI lab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058124/ Let notindifference become my poor stateTo havesun shine through these cold dark treesWouldbe a rare occurrence, almost a teaseItwavers so close, almost, and I waitNo, ithas not occurred in a recent dateToskulk around stricken in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058123/ Paralyzedin torment the body lies stillMixingand churning the insides at willCalculatingnerves spreading necessities Everlastingmore, growing these intensitiesThescourge of torture do their workUndressingthe soul at maximum torque.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058119/ Half awake I see the futurePast slowly becoming the sutureTo mend and make amends Some guiding light, it depends On my vascularized essenceSo full of holes in all its presenceTo speak and have carried shameUpon my conception wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickPatrick/1058118/