http://slow.writerscafe.org/NancyMcCormack The original writings of author NANCY MCCORMACK en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034025 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 MEMORYS CLOSET POEMIn MindIn mind wherecobwebs keepa halllined with locked doorsprotected fromconscious thoughtevils events galore.NANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1340668/ THOSE NEEDLING PINES,,Those needling pineswere talking againof what they hadseen from their point of viewOld and worn from gossipfinger tip to branchpassing secrets within rings of growthUgly gnarled not statelyat all was the first touproot on its ownashamed at what it had sharedNow d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1340657/ DUSTThe dust has begun to settle Eyes cloud overwith poor judgment.Feelings reverberateback to their beginning.One could draw a line in thisaccumulationthere is nocrossing.NANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332770/ A MEMORYS CLOSET POEMI woke up dead ,,again Well;I woke up dead again this morning,wondering why?Where does all this pain come from?and why am I still alive?You see it is not that I wish I were dead,or anything of the kind.It is just that I am in a lot of pain,and not sure why.The chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332762/ memorys closetCRY,,, CRY,,OR I will have to HIT you SCREAM LOUDER he saidthis was for my protectionHE slapped the mattress insteadYELL like I am belting YOUor MOM is gonna be PISSEDHE tried to save me MY Brother that ABUSED METO no AVAIL I simply laughedin his FACEI la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332760/ my words have escaped me,,what I saidhas escapedno copiesexistcarbon engravesthe fine lineI wish to drawupon yourskinfrom eyeto templecheekand brings your lips  to mine.NANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332621/ soft facethe soft face of a loverscrapes if not taken careeyes so piercing bleedwhen one is unawareheart so strongnow so weakwhen you last placedyour lipson my cheekNANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332614/ DisturbiaDisturbiahasn't hit you yetas you wear awayhidden from view.Discrepanciesappear in your so called storyleft room forargument.With cruelintent on your mindpity might just beyour best friend.NANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332227/ Seasons changeA heart that is trying to self protectafter the factcannot hardenso easilythewarmthcontinuesleaking into everything.NANCYMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332206/ A MEMORYS CLOSET POEMTRAUMA RECOGNITIONI fell down again into trauma recognition.My past escaped, and caught up with me.With no buffer between me and reality,Using would be an option.I’m so clean.I have nothing.What does one callthe ache when it reaches Back to childhood?The camouflage is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1332195/ This made me smile when I came across it in my files, and its dated Nov 1 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1288963/ "asphyxiated""asphyxiatedwithchemicalstone ofmuscleis not for meto decidethis daybrain wavesinterruptednow held at baysolitudemy friendconcentrationmy enemy,,,NANCYLANEMCCORMACK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1281298/ The trouble with Epilepsy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1281293/ Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1281196/ Roses Aren’t Pretty This Time of Year I went to the garden I hoped to find you there.Along the banks of the ravine all is silent andbare.Pink and Rosie is how I recall you being.Your petals have fallen, I miss your fragrance.Your thorns caught me by surprise... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NancyMcCormack/1088119/