http://slow.writerscafe.org/LOLANATION The original writings of author Lola Nation en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985466 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His hands sculptthe perfect orgasmfrom within, her voicecarries throughthe sea-salt wind,while the moonpulls the tides,whispering I love youthrough the oceanas it boldly rises and falls down to kneeson whitewashed sand-he holds her facein the palms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/784529/ Someone like you should watch outfor someone like me;everything you ever wantedtoo good to be true. Yeah, I see it, every timeI look at you. There should be a rulenever love a man with prettier eyesthan you; stop staringI can&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/784520/ With little to no effort,laughter followed their nervousexchange of words, interruptedinconvenientlyenough to keep the mysterythat so often reveals itselfovernight. Under a full moonbetween a triangle of Palm treesthey explored the darker corridors.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/784518/ My nemesis keeps his eyes wide open, his ears bent in to listen above all,she isolates him to the corner of the roomthe edge of the house, untouchable. She entertains him like no other,never seemingly out of new topics,discoveries, pop culture to share, political.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/686893/ The decision was stark clear.It was time to make a move. No one was offering any ransomfor her dead-end of a life that cagedher spirit. She wasn’t getting any younger,She hadn’t gotten any thinner,and if she closed her eyes and paused,she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/686156/ It’s Martin Luther King Day.Which, doesn’t really matter to mebecause I am unemployed,every day is off right now. I am at Po’s Chinese Restaurant.I order the King Series 103 tea, as usual.I review the menu and make the sameselection I make every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/668531/ Based off the song by Kenny Rogers. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZxztY_-Opg http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/633542/ Cut in halfcenteredto the coreallowing youan eagle’s view I trust too muchin what you give mefalse and floating cagejust one less than youand cracked wise varietythe garden’s vengeance imprecating confessionsin praye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/633507/ Damage Done has nothing to do with Neil Young. 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I haven’t stopped loving you. In mylonely sadness, I just want to scream. Go out running and ask, What has becomeof your life? I will always remember us. And now that your not at my side,there's nothing left to confess. These things I can no l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/587202/ I’m trying very hard she saysTrying sounds like excusesI just don’t understand she saysDon’t becomes the hillThe lack of understanding makes a mountainand we have far to travelwith nearly no weight ,hardly any bearings,and a poor sense of direction.There is a map,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/586917/ The sea rolls onto the shore,roars its whitewashed waves upward,descending downward, onward to thetips of my toes I’m sitting at the edge, in the sandstaring ahead There should be a sense of calmA serenity in the washing sound ofthe water,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/586075/ It’s empty.Nothing canreplaceor fulfillthat placeIt’sdesertedleft ingrand prestige,alone,untouched.Just as itwasand don’tyou dareexcavate thepremiseslooking forgold,seeking attention,or in hopesof sharing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/565302/ Just one wordor even severalwould helpcompromiseMaybejust an explanationmightalleviate the tension, the deep rootedand trust me,buriedsadness associated withyour nameJust a reasonto silence theCicada of my mindhostage in treesready to burrow and breedagain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LOLANATION/565298/ She says “…thiswhole writing thing hasn’t worked out for you.” I listen,staring at my cuticles. 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