http://slow.writerscafe.org/GirlFriday The original writings of author Girl Friday (Sarah W.) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183114 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 picket fences too white for this coastal airstand poised for decorationready to be draped with colored lightsemerging from a cardboard boxready for the annual untangling the&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1282793/ what is loveif not an unfinished linea participle dangling her feet in the water  a noun searching for his lost adjectivea tree without the tall? it is a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1281365/ so named for your color -a tribal contrast of black on whitethere is no killer in youonly instinct steeped in curiosity  it is said that the high-reaching sail .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1280352/ in bed again     same cinematic deliverance playing for the sixth time thisweek     it seemseasier to get lost when I alreadyknow the ending this morning I sewed your forgotten sweaterinto an oversized pillowcase  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1270410/ thisdull ache bears a misplaced namescratchedout in midnight moon-paintupona wall I used to brush with lover’s eyesasyou breathed unholy hymns upon my necksoftas the whispers of winter’s wilting leavesregretmelting gradually from black-ink branches.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1266144/ ihave long walked the winding road --clatteredforward upon cagey cobblestonetrippingon cracks while prudently avoidingitalicizedpuddles and linear metaphors ihave gathered the subtle shade of moss,studiedthe way naked tree branches appearastense cap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1265809/ theseirritably critical conversations arespreading me thin     like honey scrapedacrossburnt toast     and I am quite surethatif I stood naked before your paper lanternyoucould see straight through my skin becauseto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1265132/ ihave become an old book -     dog-eared pages, water stained cover,iam weathered from too many readings fumblingfingers have followed my lines,brushedthe once black ink from my skin,     thin as parchment paper - .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1258343/ inmetaphor you are perfection -carelesseyes cast down a narrow nose,thehipsters would call you cool, butIcannot seem to call you at all    anymore somedays I wonder if you are a delusion,ahybrid creation of cross pollinationinsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1256938/ theonly way around itisto seal myself inside the killing jar --cottonball soaked in ether and mislaid words,untilmy worried wings go quiet and my eyes     my ocean eyes     heavy-lidded, see for the first time because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1256216/ there aredays when I forgethow you leftme wilting in the rain -a doll inwet stockings outside that café on Left Street that servedthe World’s Best Coffee we both knewit tasted bitter,as weskimmed the surface with our spoonsandrelegated .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1255884/ heatrises in wrinkled waves here,besidethe pool, as I lay cheek to concrete,drainingthe liquid from my ears, butstill the sound is blurred becauseIam listening to life through a tin can             of ever rattl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1253993/ anarmy of ants built this hillmovedthe earth and cut the doorcreatedarteries in the copper sandwithsingle-minded acquiescence  andwith one well placed footstepIhave laid waste to their divine colonydethroneda deific queen-mother diffusingher d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1252184/ A walk would do me good,they said -abrisk jaunt at water’s edge,tostain my pale skin pink, and fillmylungs with hopeful air. Alongthe dock I found my stride,avoidingthe iridescent entrails of fish,anddiscarded J-hooks, glinting,likelong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1250898/ allwomen have secrets --littletreasures hidden in boxesdecoratedwith dream-silkand - perhaps - a ribbon of guilt whatwe have become isnot always who we are,andeven eyes steeped in starlightcanlie when necessity demands all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1248991/ Thereis a chill to this October eve,envelopingme like a bride’s veil,allgossamer and silk -- white roses bloomingalong hand-stitched borders.  Thesenights I hold vigil over memories,bleachedwhite and lifeless as glass lilies --theyno long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1248977/ Thereare gradients of love -deephues without grace of names,thattaste of mango and honeyed pear. Isearch with my fingertips, like wings spreaddelicateupon the breath of a dying season,forthe lingering exaltation of a passionate horizon, butI find on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1247943/ thewater is boiling     pasta swimsbeneathsparingly salted eruptions,asI uncork the wine     tonight Merlotsplashesinto a curved top Bordeaux   thetable is set     one plate, one fork,onewax.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1245535/ whatare we if not the foundationsofa beginning     dawn breaking lightlyupona sleeping city     upon this house,wakingfirst the Palms and then the Orchids werise inside of reverie     sleep withinr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1244943/ incandescentcircling     this is life,aswe paint the sky like fluorescing insectsconnectingthe dots of constellations  buzzing     ever closer to a muted moon,whereour wax wings remain rigid     despite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1244528/ westood inside of possibility,asmirrored beings gazing into familiar eyes,            waiting for the right momenttoshake the sable sky with our offenseless hands,tounlock the stars from their divine bonds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1243490/ Thereis poetry within me --mymidnight visualizations echo rivers,likethe blood-letting of words     flowing throughcorridors of lofty peaks,poolingin a mirror loch that reflectsthecracking of a limitless sky. Thereis poetry withi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1243416/ Thepen is dry --astately wisp of a thing,unableto write even the simplest            of words, images, lines. Inthis cathedral of stillness,wherelight is a candle flickerandpaper is flesh -- .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1242361/ Bonewhite walls, gunmetal gurneys likeserving trays on spinning wheels,bloodand sweat -- don’t forget the tears --andthe light, that awful imitation of the sun,thatturns even the rosiest face sallow. Thereare signs on the swinging doors,&ld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1242027/ Seasonscome and go like visitorsnevertruly unpacking their bags --Summeris dressed in the same shift untilshebids farewell, as a relative departing            after a holiday meal.  Perhapsthis is why I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1241578/ Thisevewaterfreezes in jagged patternsonwindows I keep fixed firm,whenthe smoke-curl of darknessrapswith her corpse-hands,andthreatens to spirit me away. Thisfeartastesof perfume -- sugared aromafollowedclosely by biting bitterness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1241132/ divingbeneath, under and after, belowthe surface, but above the bottom --Iam trapped in the middle     a paradox of pondering:allthat I want is silence tonight             sohe closes th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1240109/ Whohas seen the moon riseasa tissue paper seraph singingballadsof brevity to a sky suffused            with orphaned stars? Ihave seen her there     swellingabovethe Poplar and Ash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1239660/ closeyour eyes     as the sealing of shutterswhennight falls in slick sonnets about this place castaside your supplication     save it foranother dayinsteadbuild with me a doorway that we may both enter:therewill be tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1239240/ thismorning is the placid eyeinthe center of a sudden torrent,andI stand within the womb            professing symbolic resistance abandonyesterday     forgetallof the tomorrows sway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1238747/ lifeis the disappearing edgeofa well-worn blanket     fraying     threadbare --easyto ignore, until the unraveling is beyond repair             sometimesmarrow just needs m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1238211/ fromthe bleached bone grovessheddingwhite bark   nakedstemsof rebirth scratching            an impressionist’s sky tothe stream     wound like a spindlelickingher sid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1237740/ Whatdo you feel, when you look outofa clear window -- a glass door -- andthe moon is suspended low in the sky:             orange hazed face coaxing         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1228998/ myeyes have adjusted to Eos’ rosy fingers --thewaking Queen beyond my casement fans her fronds toform shadow wings upon my walls, and I am revived            from a curious sort of dreamlessstasis this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1228081/ coloredspines line crowded shelves --indexfinger absently tracing titles, I choosewhereto escape, as afternoon light paints shadowshapes across saffron walls well-wornpages (comfortable), tranquilize melikemidnight confessions to straying saints --.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1227803/ theprince, it seems, has vanquished me --madenot a bride out of this flesh, butabested opponent -- foot to chest victory -- inhis smiling irises I can almost see the reflection            of his white st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1226937/ tomorrow’sleaves are falling today --droppinglike stars from the branches of my tree,notquite dying, but sick -- on the edge --             the birds still roost in her nakedboughs,unwillingto gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1226540/ themoon is the bleached bone heart            of a lost goddess,            exiled to a black vaultstatic-- gone -- but still giving away her light .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1226042/ Iam aware of the sand beneath my vulnerable feet, asI walk the frothy line where land and water unite, balancinglike some circus performer gripping a parasol,            but my rope is thin -- occasionally  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1225720/ thatmoment when you knowbeyondknowing --            sharp right at the last stop,            turn down a dead end street,andsuddenly you are that girl  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1225007/ Mysatisfaction comes not from blanket-warm tranquility --Ihunt for deeper oceans, as fingertips walking a globeandtracing the static shapes of might-have-been, stuckinthe cross-hatched network of latitudes and longitudes. Ishould be content with it: the view fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1224224/ Istay here because I can --acat -- camel arched -- on a fence,toohigh for the barking dog to reach treeswith purple leaves turn to plums,asday breaks like a tired vinyl record:jaggedand sharp, music lost to the loaminblack-ridged chips .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1223899/ theyrise and fall like the tide     bendingasthe lip of a wave  -- a mouth widening --herthroat opens as she drinks the breeze beforefallingback into the collective consciousness         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1223337/ withone hand, you held the granulated heart            of our beach --blacklike the grit of sand scraped from paper,orpulverized coal just beginning to form diamond dust Iwatched it slip through your ink stai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1221899/ yesterday --Imet a long haired manwhopainted with his own blood hauntingportraits, surreal landscapes,anold windmill backlit by a setting sun:            remarkable detail    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1220857/ whenI revealed to him thatmy love was a primal estuary --            apulsing artery            emerging from the nucleus       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1220329/ beyondthe steady drumbeats            within my skull,pullingat my temples like the tidecoaxingthe shore back into her womb,theempty parts of me are filling         &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1219825/ doubthas taken me --reachedaround my waist            with rough hands,andsubmerged my confidencelikean unattended buoy,            lost at sea &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1218965/ Uponallowing him entrance to the blooming groveofher complicated -- over saturated -- psyche,anivy-laced gate was pushed aside -- one thatcouldnever be barred by the hands of another man.           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1218723/ Six Word Short Story Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GirlFriday/1205285/