http://slow.writerscafe.org/sovisceral The original writings of author Nicole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067527 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Last year,I watched a broken white body sink into a casket;she shared my father's blood.I watched ziplock bags filled with flesh and cells and the prospect of kindergarten,line up for biohazard dismissal.I watched my brother cringe realizing his body could lift 300 lbs,but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/416475/    It's been eight years.I was really nervous standing in the bathroombowl shaking between fingers on the right,lighter shivering on the left.What's it going to feel like?my heart is racingI flash the flame into the greenI remember reading people usually have a hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/416471/   It's a routine procedure,he'll be done in no time.Two blood transfusions laterand we're circling his hospital bed like vultureswiping the sweat away from his edemas frown.I want to take his place; erase the presence of bleeding outhis tracheostomy tube wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415068/ Doctor of what?It was important at the time.I watched you,and listened!I absorbed,I responded...and received my A’s.One restful nightUnintentionally and absurdly, of courseI had this dream;your lips were pressed deep into mineI woke up wetwith sweat at my scalpthe nap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415031/ I was shaking in that bed, the springs spitting out tiny squeals as I shifted beneath the scratchy wool blanket. My mattress was waterproof. When I moved, it sounded as though I was wrestling inside of a plastic shopping bag. The pillow was hard, water proof as well. Maybe tear resistant. Part of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415022/ It’s like a sick feeling stuck in my gutI see the corner store at the intersection of Napa and BerryessaBricks crashing around the edges of my teethacross the grooves of my tongueYou tell me it’s the best.I will swallow down the red and think about"Keep Tahoe B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415014/ Morning march to technical training school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415012/ Perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/415001/ I believe in lovewithout the forced smilethat ridestight across the face like medical tapeI believe in the babies that popfrom limbs that wrapwithout casual interest, but rather intentto recreate and embodywhat I think a fixed smileis supposed to meanin the first place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sovisceral/414999/