http://slow.writerscafe.org/E.Maggard The original writings of author E. Maggard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I abuse those closest to me,And so, for your own protection,I build walls that would make the Chinese envious.If you find a break,And dare to wiggle yourself through,I lash out.I scream, I yell, I throw remote controls at trembling heads.I am mean without trying.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/453315/ Voo DooA cereal box- some kid’s brand your slippers by the doorthe keys on the table. You were here, you are always here. My barnacle. I couldn't scrape you off if I tried. I haven't tried. When I sleep you flop a hairy leg on meor a heavy arm on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426389/ In a fog I realize: My curvaceous body has gonestraight linear on me. Sharp angles protrude where once I was so soft. My will is weak. My head aches. My feet complain at every step. My stomach churns. All of this:and yet...My will is a scrawny-armed te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426388/ It is time to faceWhat I fear the most-Loneliness. The only one who ever cared to know meI’m cutting loose. I wonder if this is a self-inflicted, masochistic punishmentFor some sin even I’m not aware of? His eyes seem to always be se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426386/ The every day struggle with myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426380/ Taken from the perspective of my live in boyfriend- who doesn't understand women at all! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426128/  I shed another skin this morning- right out of a steamy primordial shower. It slid off in thin transparent films. Slightly grey in color.Almost sticky, Definitely gross. Disgusted a little, I peeled off what was left of my former self.I loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426127/ My people we burn so slowlyIn the morningI huddle myself in blanketshot mug of teafresh from the showertrying to rid oneselfof the slight headachealready pressing the templesInstead,listen to the tinkling song of the birdsadmire the dragon pepperssunbath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426125/ In another lifewe may have held handsand fought in a barbecause your brand of sarcasm is bitter on my tongueor maybe you just bought me a drinkto wash it downand everything was pleasant againbut I remembered the aftertasteand I must confess it excited me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426124/ I Eat People  I eat peopleNot like- crack their bones, Roast them over a fire kind of consumption,But rather-Fracture their heads and root aroundTheir grey matter a bitPlease…Just enough to get my fix. Better than chocolate. Better than cocaine. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/426122/  Woman is insecure these days. Not quite comfortable in her own skin. She has begun to forget what that is, exactly. She has become a shape-shifter. Who would’ve thought that a body: five foot seven, one hundred thirty pounds, and a mop of golden brown curls could be viewed from so many.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/284388/  I stomp liliesbecausethey infuriate and confuse me they remind me of -Death:smelling of my grandmother's funeral-sickly sweetarrangements in multitudeblaring sorrow.Life:blooming in glory every Springin every barren field in each gardentestimony of their ferti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/284386/ My hormonal impulses may have had an influence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/284385/ The story of a lovely lady & her Perriwinkle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/249945/ This one goes flat in the middle- need some help- so you all get it now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.Maggard/238612/