http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wrenegade The original writings of author Wrenegade en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015215 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 7th grade-I didn't mean to hold your hand,honest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358452/ "'--but no actual sex,' the editorial reads, turning its inkjet nose up at the very notion of figures dryhumping in a sweltering bedroom..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358451/ ...Mr. Bush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358449/ "The words 'I am...' are potent words; be careful what you hitch them to. The thing you're claiming has a way of reaching back and claiming you." --A. L. Kitselman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358321/ You put her in an empty room with a camera.She removed her shoes, her skirt,unbuttoned her jacket;in the dim of that dirty room.Fabric drawn back: pale flesh exposed,Her sad, small breasts just glancing through--She held your gaze throughout.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358315/ It's cold in November. She's warm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wrenegade/358309/