http://slow.writerscafe.org/J_Star The original writings of author J_Star en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000628 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a busted-a*s bikeoverpriced and never lovedstitched her mind to mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1223523/ This is for you. You know who you are. XO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1198633/ This is what you dowhen there’s nothing left to do,when grief has stolen life and loveand nothing's left but you.  You build a cage routine. You line itwith the accoutrements of distraction. You wake up. Throw up. Take the limping dog out-- You wake up. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1194020/ The silence of a cat stalking its preyThe silence of a sleeping childThe silence of algebra II while the instructor waits for an answerThe silence of a woman who can’t work out the wordsThe silence of a man with nothing to sayThe silence of rag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1181652/ In first grade I wanted to be an artist. Iliked to scribble on crap I wasn’t supposed to. Nothing ever came out the way it was in myhead. In the art room at school each grade had abulletin board. One day in the spring I was looking at the drawings hanging upon the “1&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1166483/             What are you in for. That’s the first thing anyone says to youhere. The way conversations start, if that’s what you have instead of a fight.Like nothing else matters about you. Like your crime defines you.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1163540/ Everyone on Kevin's cell block b*****s that they can't catch a break to save their life. But Kevin can't get a break to end his. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1163539/ This is background crap for the book I have on here called The Color of Light. Not really meant to be a stand-alone piece. Skip it if you're not reading the book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1160121/ Culled from life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1158674/                 Asweet scent drifts through the darkness behind my closed eyelids. I inhale itand open my eyes.                   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1158043/            Aninsect crouches on my head, huge, heavy, the size of a squirrel. Its sharp footpresses against my mouth and I open my lips. The shiny black leg tastes bitteron my tongue. Hold still, that thing’shuge, Randy says in fron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1157566/ Myback feels all sticky and sweaty and gross from pressing into the plastic ofthe pool chair. I shift my position and tilt my closed eyes toward the sun,trying to ignore the dizzy spin of Jay’s name in the back of my brain. Shut up, I tell it. I’m not listening to you.Itd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1157563/ 1: Jay The emerald spring-forest light onthe movie theater screen fades as the credits come up, and darkness rides in ona morose note that floats from a French horn like a wisp of exhaled smoke. Ilean my head against the back of the seat and let my eyes fall closed. My mindt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1157561/ Synesthetic artist and chronic f**k-up Jay has been dodging his twin sister's concern for years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J_Star/1157558/