http://slow.writerscafe.org/FrederFredersen The original writings of author Freder Fredersen (aka Grady) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 like a nervous stomach ache and a fat lip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/544416/ they nature of the way thing's are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/533416/ ranting madness from a misanthropic humanoid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/532994/ a headache http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/532512/ word tapestry...weaving...web....wicked....wierd...wobbled...wanton... wham! wack! whisper . . . whisper . . . headshot! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/532095/ cerebral shooting panes machete thumps bone as the clock ticks suck the corn syrup bloodfrom a paper Mache piñata effigy of faith without constant cynical interludesthat dance on the remains of the authentic white horse of fabled salvationsaid to sanitize the savage soul via sanguine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/531668/ it's a poem of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/530542/ frustrated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/530463/ a wierd day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/530461/ the cheese stands alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/451066/ Angry! Bitter! Often! So? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/442919/ O-o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/442510/ Haiku Chain #7 (09) Sunlight splashes soulsLaughter is gift wrapped madnessWe are all children Pout at the cold rainRejoice with grinning green warmthDance the star puddles We are all childrenSeasons are our spun playgroundsSunlight splashes souls ----.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/442007/ O-o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/441590/ .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/439914/ Blonde hair, hazel eyes and a laugh that could pass for battlehymn or requiem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/439903/ Small and green with feathers and claws. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/437538/ Big and blue with 17 eyes and one leg. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/437132/ Red with black stars. 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Wierd morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/425054/ True story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/424847/ I am feeling nervy today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/424768/ Blue Plate Special with a sledge hammer! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/424765/ Brown and dry with little yellow and orange specs here and there. Small enough to fit in your palm. Large enough to swallow your existence. . . but only for a moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/415361/ more first person tales from a world of wreckage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/408016/ From a new collection of story poems I'm working on. End times, post big war type stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/408015/ rinse, repeat and get dirty . . . rinse, repeat and get dirty . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/405003/ A sing along!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/403719/ Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/403405/ My profession of faith. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/403368/ Celtic mythology/Christian blur piece of free verse type thing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/403267/ Story...first draft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/402544/ Perhaps the sickest and saddest of all my existential funks put into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/402337/ about a person I met at the mall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/402141/ burble burble....blah blah....exhaust fuel baboon! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400981/ short http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400933/ A women I visited by accident while visiting my grandmother just before she died. She inspired this piece. She was a Jane Doe, but she was joking and laughing just hours before she passed. She was amazing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400928/ Sometimes I just need to flow and rhyme. A few months ago, I started flowing...and I filled a 250 page notebook in a matter of hours. This was page one. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400913/ A different type of write for me. But I am pleased with the shape it has taken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400330/ Life moves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400264/ I'm magically delicious! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400260/ just a flow that rolled through me real quick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederFredersen/400235/