http://slow.writerscafe.org/jenniewren The original writings of author jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i am not sure whenit became the default responseto strike for first bloodfirst victoryin every conversation (... argument? though let's face it, it's you who does the talking and me who takes the punishment, so it can't really be called an argument - or a conversation for that matter. tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2811799/ slipperythe thoughts move;silentlike midnight watersand i can't hold them (you)in betweenthe waking and the dreaming...my fingers ache from trying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2797836/ snowfall reminds me of youthe way you would call us to the windowfor every first snoweven when it meant you had to wake us -that little glimmer in your eye of childhood and later, when i was grown,the excited phone call, coming across the miles of telephone wireconnecting me to a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2766320/ shattered ice floes 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anymore yet i think you know i am no less me than i was the last time your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2024161/ eyes close the story is done before the once upon a time could ever even be spoken i wasted my breath on the futile beginnings of countless conversations ended before they'd begun it's all better off not re-initiated anyways - you've moved far past the plot points i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2024160/ I didn’t know who you were when you breezed down the faintly old beer scented stairs and into my orbit(and I spoke in soft words)My fingers trailing through the left over whiskey glass puddles as I listened to the stories you were telling(and you spoke in giant sounds, your words e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/2024159/ i can hold you in the silent hourswhen all is still and the nighttime lingerswhen only the shushing sound of watercaressing the boat hull is heardi can hold you in this twilight worldwhere no one is wrong and nothing is forbiddenphantom arms and secret kisses from ghostsi should .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1306352/ fingertips grazingacross a tabletop covered by the cooling cups of coffee we never got to sharetracing the memories of conversations heldin the silent hourswhen hearts can touchin safetyand i often wonder if our laughs still nestle inside one another;lost socks and whiskey cups.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1298125/ small hands helddeepocean secretsand the monsters stayed safein the closet where i put them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1275440/ i speak to your silencesas to a quiet companionin an old fashioned train carnervous smiles shot acrossa knee’s length canyonof charged emptinesspolite shuffling of paperssoft exhortations of breathand a tentative stretchof fingers along a shared window ledgeno shorter tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1271003/ i could tastethe hello of goodbyethe first time my lips touched yours -they tasted of summer’s berriesjust gone overfrom too much timeleft forgotten in the sunand i become drunk on their flavourof hidden sunshineso i ignored the ghostof endingheld within all the kissesshared thereafteruntil th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1271001/ i pour the silencesinto a paper cupand watch the ambernothingnessdissolve the wax protectingfirst the paperand then my fingerscradling it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270999/ words failand life crumbleswhen everything ithought i was is shown to mein your mirror:iam the beastand i am the horrorwho is always the onewho causes the riftand never the onewho heals itandthe sooner i (wo)man upand realise theseapparentlyinalienable truths,the sooneryou can be happybut how do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270998/ i am forever the one who waitsthe girl who lovesthe heart that beats, redly open,who watches you fade backwardsinto a Clint Eastwood skylineand i think of each new newnessand when my gilt edgeswere not rubbed so barrenby the thoughtless ownershipof each wrong hand i placed myself insideand i wonder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270873/ loving you means withstanding the little knives you use to cut away,in sand-grain increments, sliver after tiny sliver of the innermost selfi foolishly placed in your palmlip caught tight between clenched teeth,i listen to your latest volley,transfixed,watching the blood drop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270867/ i am one who needsto feel the palm of loveghosting over eager flesh;it has been far too longand this arid drought has drained my parched lipsof all moisture once left by your midnight kisses http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270866/ suddenlymy heart skipsas i remember having forgottenthe last time your ellipsis smileslid along these fallow curves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1270865/ I am sad and I am sad and I am sad And happy Because there are beautiful thoughts So much beautiful Inside my head That you don’t want to hear Because your trips Are only ever your trips Even when I’m there beside you Sharing Because I’m too new And too intense And too broken An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269317/ sugarrichyou smileand i breakand i breaklike waves against a shorethat crumbles eagerlybefore wehave ever even touched http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269306/ you,in your sleep,hold an enigma of wanting -the soft light curvingalong an even sleepsofter cheekwith eyelashes formingquotation marks around my desireto trace your myriad pathwayswith my tonguemapping your flavoursand memorising the backroadsgrown over and silentthat lead i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269295/ i don’t know what to write.. i don’t know why melancholy drapes itself upon my skin like laundry pulled from a broken dryer. its cold seeps into my bones and arrests my ability to hold onto anything as a belief.i don’t know why i can’t just ask you when i need to be h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269294/ i think about youin the darkened sounds of broken,click-whirr churning of the air conditioner drifting welcome cold overmy dreaming heated flesh as the night throbs with all those momentswe never got to haveand you remain the remnantof the broken hopei should have known better t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269293/ my hands felt so small holding the vastnessof everything i thought we were -sandtrickling through in the most trite way possiblemocking my inability to writeabout the thingi was missing most http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269291/ i look down empty hallways,lit by afternoon blankets of light;reminded of your smile,and my always urge to fill itwith the words of my lips and the now of my flesh,i ache incessantlybecause i know those hollow smileswere never mine to begin with even though i burnedburned with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/1269290/ your proffered imageonly serves to remind mehome can be renamed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/735155/ as we spokehe stroked his wordsgentlyalong my ruffled edgeshealing the frayed tissuesoftlytaking the damage i’d held so closeaway to become a forlorn parting gifthe left behindquietlyand life resumedemphaticallyas if we never were..  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/735050/ lick your wordsinto my skin…i need to feel the pulseof heart on handbreath on fleshtease your teethalong my spinei can exist solelyin your touchdrench my formwith syllables of wantdiagrams of desire…claim me asforever yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/735049/ will you wait for me?as i wander aimless, slightly lostmy hair catching brambles and moonbeamsdandelions fronding through tangled strandswill you wait for me?barefoot and unsteady i travel,tiptoeing around the sticky partscrunching through the thin ice with gleewill you wait for me?my wild heart dem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/735047/ she knows the namesof all the birds…not the ones Darwinor some other,equally myopic,scientist foolhad designated,but the real ones -the names that existunder the hush of leaves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenniewren/735046/ At night you clutch the pillow to your face, calling out words to gods who have long forgotten the shuffle of this mortal coil. The empty whiskey glasses build and build til their emptiness is what fills your room. 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