http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sidewalklovers The original writings of author Sidewalk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078093 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my head hurtscan't think straightmy mind unwinds on a VHS tape, waitI suppose my bloody nose is a symptom of these headachessomebody separate the ladders from the snakeshate, four letters scribbled in cursive on a paper plateI eat words, choke on verbs, and regurgitatesnakes & laddersladders &am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/954816/ pitter patter soft silentrubber souls skipping cracksshort of breathcigarettesconcrete stepswhiskey sweatswet pavementmossy roofs moldy leavescompost heaps power lineshumming treeshumiditycoastal breezeevening mistsettles in summer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/531214/ Every kid is popularon graduation nightlike every girl is beautifulwhen the club turns on the lightsthe food banks overflowing on every holidaya beggar pleads for changeand you look the other way and everybody careswhen disaster shakes the worldit’s the latest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/530426/ It’s hard when a postcard’sthe only view you’ve gotwhen everything you wantedis something you gave upI’ll lose her through attritionjust like this f*****g warchasing after glorywe all had hoped forquit dreaming you aren’t sleepingyou’v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/530009/ do you remember when we were patriots for the night?sodas lacedwith Daniel’s rye and looking for a fightthis is our hometownto pay is an offense so me and Joel crept through a hole in the chain link fenceand I saw you firstin a summer s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/529910/ You know I like to reminisce I’m eighteen years and getting pissed  I light a cigarette and missthe flame’s to closeto eyelashes I know comfort in a memory and future’s in the dark Present’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/482145/ right now I'm drowning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/449121/  With roots imbedded in stones Appendages of brittle bones stands a framethat no one owns  winds chime through her limbs  She bares the fruitof Adam’s thirst A man’s endeavor serpent’s curse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/435728/ I'm standing at your gatefeeling like a waste my veins are filledwith last night's fightand I've still got the taste Of pennies on my lipsthey split on someone's fistI swung the best I could for youbut someone said I missed Your mother peers intentlyfrom window.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/435234/ Walking home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/431966/  There was no reasonfor such a doseso they raised their glassesto an empty toastTaking comfort in its lonely warmth.Their hollow laughter filled the crowded halland lifeless shadows danced upon the wallsThe bartender announced last call.From a Picture Windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sidewalklovers/429331/