http://slow.writerscafe.org/zaney The original writings of author zaney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ***I ask if you want to get a coffee. You ask what time, and where. Your neighborhood, naturally, and sometime later. I don't know. By now I've forgotten exactly what we need to talk about this time - you don't appreciate me, I don't give you enough space, you don't ask me how I'm doi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/581868/ part one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/579553/ a brief sketch of one of the more charming beings i've encountered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/573668/ Sleep doesn’t come easily to Franklin anymore. Now he’s got worries restricted to the realm of adulthood: bills, books, work, making friends. He’s even begun to write out to-do lists, and has to remind himself to include recreational activities. When he can’t think of any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/438182/  i bite my lip to redand rememberfear i felt so long ago it doesn’t matteri was a kidand i faced a monstera strangereleven feet tall, yellingthreateningthe picture of overpowerno one was there to protect meso i yelled backwounded in battle, i staggered up and yelled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/428875/ rife with inaccuracy and doubt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/428244/ please, not another love poem. i’ve had enough of that. i’ve had enough of your eternal declarationsrepetitionsassumptionsfortunesspun out like hopeless twineamid fingers, tied around knucklesuniting two people, smilingsecured to their futurestheir forever’sbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427885/ four hours in november. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427466/ Any compatibility between the two was imagined. His sensibility reflected the tastes of the time, the style, the mode – he only showed a shadow of a question of why, and only when he thought no one was looking. Hers was better hidden in glances; any acknowledgement of particularity or vulnerab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427397/ wherein we fight the urge to take flight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427396/ don't read this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427394/ there is a method to the madness. sort of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427392/ 12:24 AM, pictures of people who used to be friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zaney/427391/