http://slow.writerscafe.org/floornine The original writings of author Floornine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024709 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is the first piece I've completed in a while... not finished... just completed. I've been trying to be more outright in my work so this is the beginning of my evolution... I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/612757/ And then the soles of sovereignty were here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/412500/ This is my part of my slam team's polyvocal piece. The first draft. Hot out of my hands... poor punctuation, no line breaks, so forth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/410513/ This is when we die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/389976/ An older, darker little piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/381873/ We used to fight, fists raised.We used to fight like boys.But the rumble of bones splitting creases into her doorWas too big for us.Her twin bed cradled our feet,Bare as his broad shoulders.The television buzzedAnd the sheetrock errupted with criesPassed down from knuckle to ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/381866/ This isn't much of a story... this isn't much of anything... just some people in some restaurant... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/376662/ I've seen to the end... and in the end, all I want is the beginning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/362574/ He said we would borrow a car one day. BorrowLike criminals.And replace all the knobs with sugar skulls.And sitWhile the ants stained our cramped thighs.And hold handsGlazed pink and orange from sun sets and skulls' sap. I told him I wouldn't join him.I told him I wouldn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/359474/ Some things I write make me feel dirty... this isn't one of this... if I could keep a straight face while saying that, there would be a period after it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358635/   I would have gladly Chipped a tooth for you,Lifted my headIn the dead pilesTo cry for youThrough the skin steamed airNot seeing youBut I would haveGladlyLost my tongue for you.Tore.Churned.Huffed out loudIn the darkNest for you.A home and fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358630/ The night the junkyard caught fireWe stood at the corner of her street,Holding handsAnd watching tires pop beyond the train tracks.We walked home through the hazeOf June Bugs and leftover exhaust.I read her Etheridge Knight,Feeling Fucked Up.And I imagined her smiling at the longing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358624/ I know Venice is sinking.And I know it won't live for me to see the Sistine Chapel.I know Rome is in ruins. And I know Paris is just a sky scraper But we all have dreams to travel.Into the world,Over the curves of another,Down the aisle. Who gives a s**t if it's al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358599/ Things aren't always what they seem. People aren't always what they seem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358549/ Love. Drugs. The usual... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358537/ My fortune cookie saidStop searching forever, happiness is just next to you.To my left was youAnd to my right was a trash can.So I took the garbage outAnd spread it across the lawn....Orange peels everywhere.I've decide to move to FloridaMaybe now You'll keep your hands off m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/358073/ Intro. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357985/ A work in progress... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357981/ A short account of one's coming out. 3 words. 2 minutes. 1 chance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357830/ I've watched fawns spill flowers between the collar bones of babes,Planting their hooves beneath sugared spines.Too sweet for fawn lipsBut never too sweet For grass stains andBlood spots, andThe caressing company of warm ribs.Crashing when the fawns fell,I'd run like the days.Cur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357825/ We spent a lifetime Dancing in Street lightsAnd drinking in chapped,Gum- stuck fountains.We spent a lifetimeOut of workAnd out of playOut of orderSaid the signs we spentPosting on rich carsAnd rich flatsAnd rich westward gulls.We spent a lifetime coastingOn love- lead bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357824/ What you were. What you are. What you will be if you do not refuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floornine/357822/