http://slow.writerscafe.org/raeraeracecar The original writings of author Rachel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776166644 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360162/ He was holding a stack of papers, standing by the door, so I watched him to see if he would hand me a sheet. In response to my stare, He greeted me with a, "Good morning." I mumbled a response, which sparked a dim conversation.I blew at the sparks; they ignited.He tal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360150/ Life's secrets are encodedwithin eulogies. The word quirky isall wrong. Once a friend described the mind to me. He saidit was a house made of amber bricks.He said that bugs were trapped in every brick.He said that each brick was a memoryand each bug was a moment.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360145/ Fingers, raw, clench as I approach the intersection. A woman waits for thesignal to walk.No cars pass.In an only partially conscious effort to contradicther caution,I carelessly step ontothe road. A few feet into the crosswalk the light turns yellowand the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360142/ My favorite radio stations are in the AM 500s. I like how many broadcasters blur intothe white noise. I like how at certaintimes it's silent, but forthe static, because thestation is a One ManShow, and the man liveson without. I like howother times, all t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360138/ Sometimes I forget. Iforget I am using my arm,so I fall without support. I forget what fret my fingers are on.I forget myself.Forgetting is loosingtimeand time scares me. House, I can see you.Your interior iswrong: misunderstood.One window, with a bed,off ce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360134/ Life is fair,but,this is not life. Candy buttons and the paper sticks. This generation has moreto say?Too soon.This generation is too youngto have a decisive name. Ripping sugar from paper.Paper on my tongue.Tasteless sugar. It's many times been sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360120/ If someone with multiple personality disorder killed themself,is it suicide? Why is "themselves" one word,but "themself" is not? The Janitor kept watching me.I was upstairs for an hour every day for weekssketching.It was a nice hallway.Sometimes i sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360119/ The finch leaves me.The time lies on my table,enough to distort myconsciousness. I'm sorry. I am subject to the vices of modern culture. You,hypocrite bestexemplify this. Finch, you have wings; youare free,yet you stay to feed on thescrapsof those trapped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360117/ "...with Dr. Rieux..." aloud.I look up. Camus's lines being read, I believe.Never heard another Dr. Rieux. She's reading. Casuallythoughso soundly but to whom? Unlike modern fashion, no phone is glued to her ear, too tight to hear reality's call. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360115/ The thoughts to pass my head on a fourteen block walk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/raeraeracecar/360113/