http://slow.writerscafe.org/JanMarie40 The original writings of author JanMarie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776180140 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I need to stop lovingDestructive people,Bent on going all the way down.I need to be wary;They have no intentionsOf going down alone. Still, I cling so hard toDestructive people,The kind so engulfed in and pleased with their pain.Why? Well, maybe I amDestructive people,Ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/247070/ Dedicated to the brave survivors of breast cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/246639/ an allegory of sorts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/243758/ a very scary poem...wink... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/240780/    The walls were a shade too dark for tan, a shade too light for brown. The dimness of the room struck me. For a moment I wondered if it was a mood-lighting effect or if the gloominess of this whole venture had dimmed my eyes -- perhaps my friend Traci, keeping step with my slow movements.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239282/ awake, awake...half past midnightand i'm awake,the only human consciousat this inhuman hour of unconsciousness.when i was young,this was the "witching hour" --the hour when toys came aliveto fight the under-the-bed goblins,and all good children stayed out of the battle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239267/ Dedicated to Michelle on the passing of her mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239257/ for my mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239243/ The words like bullets fly,I duck and cover,Not-so-friendly Friendly fire Whizzing past my ear.  It’s not my war,I didn’t start it,But I can’t stop itAnd I can find no safe trenchIn which to wait it out. The dagger sharpness Of my baby&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239239/ love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239238/ writing about writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239237/ ...an observation during my stint in public school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/239231/ Preparing for the funeral of my husband of 15 years... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/237792/ Poem #3 in a three part series about the man I loved and feared...This was written after he died, and writing it brought an unexplainable calm to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/237790/ Poem #2 in a three part series about the man I loved and feared... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/237788/ This is one of three poems written that journal the years of marriage to a man I loved and feared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JanMarie40/235119/