http://slow.writerscafe.org/newyorkglow The original writings of author Haley Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996172 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You asked about my babies,and I laughed and saidI've got none.Your lady was beautifuland you said thatlooks are nice, buta woman's mindis hard to find  Soul to soul.I hope you liked the fries.Tall man from Chicago,in neon clothes and old glasses.You asked if I were a model,you'd seen me somewhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/948967/ "Life is precious.That is God's child."Your thesis with no argument.Your veil for your desire to control."Life is precious.How could you?Baby killer!"Yet you could never think of,or get to the root,or try to understandwhy I gaze at the clinic."Life is precious."And nobody is saying that it isn't.As .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/737875/ Passion.You all try to quell mine.When the blood gushes to my heartand the fuel to my soul,I think ahead."Stop taking it so seeeeriously.Calm down.Why do you care?"And this is for the women too,and this is for the women too.Adonis -- all of you are.You emanate the dazzlingbut painful light.I want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/735864/ I'm sorry, I'm sorryI know I always say thatYou think I'm insincereand for that, I'm sorryI wish I could look into your eyesI hate the way that soundsso Austen, so pinkbut God I wish I couldEyes are interesting, you know?The body parts that say the mostand my mouth doesn't openwhen things really mat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/572777/ When I'm meant to be in the present,my mind drifts to arealm of fantasy.Desires, electricity.A slow burning runs all over.My arms and my fingers,my legs, my lips.A craving.To touchto feelto exploreto learnto knowyouis all I want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/571678/ Unwanted.You are unwanted, yetyou swing throughlike an old friend.You ease into my mindand nestle in thebed you builtlong ago.A surprise. Apredator. A smooth leopardresting on its haunches.Waiting for the momentwhen you can see through the grassand pounce.I feel you all over me.You've latched onto m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/559961/ Is itenough?I ask myself.Then I say,What a foolishquestion!I have this whip,see, and I have this fleshyneedlework, see.Endless punishment,always walking to the mirrorand ripping apartthe reflection.Enough.What a word,louder than the ghost of aShakespearean player.Always booming,Enough! enough!You ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/558693/ Lam, Ram, Yam.Take me to Indiaor to Tibet.How weary I am ofWestern practices.No church has ever shown mewhat the East has.I now walk in a glowing,violet enclave thatrests my souland never leaves me.Sunday services gave me a fleeting fuzz.Joy devours me,then spits me out,then eats me again.A cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555571/ My hands float off my faceand light comesin a stampede.Not a celestial,angelic light thatglows like a million pearls.It is greenlike old flesh taking itstime to say goodbye.It swells and creepsoutward until theemerald burn is all I can see.Envy is cancer.It starts with one black thoughtthat the jeal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555569/ There is a quiet castle I've foundthat very few have seen.It is massive,booming, but stillso subtle.Its king is a keen one,brilliant and methodical.He could reciteverse after verseand carry conversations aboutArabia, Germany,Churchill, Indians.He has been to Thailandand eaten their fried crickets.He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555564/ Neat, neat.you thought everythingwould be neat.every detail,every move,every thing was coolly calculated.But I found the snagin the wool.He rests on a pedestal now.He is your Dalí.He is at the forefront of your mind.Have your sockets grown tiredfrom your eyes darting left?You and your st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555563/ I don't handle.I don't cope.I bolt.People protest: 'It only makesyour void biggerand darker'but---A few pennies moreand I would be inthe sun. It would cradle me in thatfamiliar fuzz.My lids would call it a day andI'd see purples,reds.I could open my mouthand lick the oceanwithout touching any sand.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555562/ There.Do you see that there?The small wolf by thejagged cliff.The booming clouds overhead,unsettling, like they couldswallow you andsnag you up into theirsinister journey.The rays play red rover,fighting to break throughthe black, but I only seea speck of white.There.Do you see her face?Etched in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/555561/ Smooth, brown,soft like honey.Quietly beautiful, like anold gem beneath the quiltsand Pyrex in an antique shop.I had to point you out to someone.They had to see what I see;they'd never noticed before.I was baffled, but pleasedto know that in my own way,youare mine.My lips burn for you.My fists blanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/549077/ When you tell me you love me a spider crawls around inside of me A brick hits me in my chest I inhale doubt, and my mind begins to swim in questions You make me angry when you say you love me Over time, I have built a wall I look up and it's sky high Goes on f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/516426/ There's a ghost of me.she runs, and runs"wait come back,wait come back"a luster, a sparkle,a burning yellow.She's everything I'd wish forand illuminates me whenshe chooses.Otherwise, Iam just a shell that movesand breathes and nevershines.God! 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I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/312546/ Dear God, or whoever it is out there, or if there is anyone out there anymore. So Dear Whoever... can you answer me a question? Oh, well that's dumb of me because I already asked you one. But anyhow, why are girls so mean? It's not my fault I don't have money like their parents do. Why do they cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/312545/ "Do you wanna?" Nic's hand went up my skirt and his breath was hot against my ear. We were in his garage, his hot, smelly, dusty garage and on his hot, smelly, dusty ol' couch. It was quiet, all quiet except for the crickets outside and the sprinklers. His parents and little bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/312543/ I wish bein' pretty and perfect came in a pill like my Zoloft does to make me happy. Brandi always tells me I'm pretty. "I'd kill for your eyes," she says a lot. "And your b***s. I'm tall with pancake b***s and a*s. 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I f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/307909/ He asked me out I couldn't breathe He got me a drink I didn't really have a lot We went outside He waited for my answer He was really sweet He was short like me so I wasn't alone I still couldn't really breathe but I tried We ate some pizza He still waited We sat outside He had the radio on Everyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/307906/ "His name is Nic," Brandi told me. "He is so hot," I said. I couldn't stop staring at him. I don't know why. Well of course I know why. He was really, very hot. We were at a football game and he was playin' -- quarterback. "He lives in our neighborhood, y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/newyorkglow/307905/ My mom went to school for psychology, way before she met Gary. And way before she had me. She went to UNT. She got her bachelor's, and that's it. That's all she could afford at the time. I mean, she really loves it, all that psychology and mystery thriller stuff. 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