http://slow.writerscafe.org/humanparaquat The original writings of author Boyd Johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010128 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Until the incidentThe dayHad been going well,And uneventful.The incident being:I was playing her songTo someoneNot her.She left,Not without parting shotThe vodka turning the keysAnd letting looseAll birdsCagedNeath her tounge.She peeled out,And I told youI w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humanparaquat/421994/ the birds have stopped flying.the voicesarequiet. this is what i’ve asked                           begged    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humanparaquat/373898/ a nasty habit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humanparaquat/373894/ howdy.im at work, and there isnt much going on, so i thought i'd write you.it's been too long, and ive been too down. you see.these things take from me, they eat at me. every day gnaws. one more punched timecard.one more dead dream.one more empty bottle.one step closer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humanparaquat/353990/ i have not yetgivenup i have my own caged bluebird.i have my own hiding placesi have my own sunto be angryat. the hawk is hurt,thoughno predatormay strike. these talons, may draw blood yet.the wing is not entirely dead. i have not yetgivenu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humanparaquat/353988/  There’s something about diners. 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