http://slow.writerscafe.org/erinlgeorge The original writings of author Erin Lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972451 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Today's journal poem. Interested to see how it will play out.... Here's hoping for no conditions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/1005292/ Horrible writing, but INCREDIBLE feeling behind it. So proud!!!!!! ;-) It's so nice to believe in myself again. THANK YOU, sweetheart! You believed in me when I no longer could. Four to go and I CAN! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/839246/ What happens when you spend too much time in grad school, mixing theory with pathologies you've stumbled across along the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/819743/ A dream I had this morning and did not want to wake up from. (Thank you, muse!) I'll see you soon in SoHo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/817017/ Pilates InstructorThe phone rings and I wonder if she’s calling from her handsand kneesOr could it be tippy-toes, where she dances tightrope roundhis moods?I’m standing up straight and in no mood to bend, ever again.I close my eyes and meditate to angels losing fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/809214/ Just stream of consciousness writing. Grad school is taking up too much time these days to get too serious here but Nanowrimo is coming up and I've got to get these fingers warmed up! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/806345/ ...because soul mates are forever - even when the echoes bounce right back ;-) *Random journal entry after a day on memory lane before a big life change. Not written for critique. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/788701/ THIS is living! For the one I call soulmate. ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/787883/ For my muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/776013/ Just for fun. (Cause that's how I roll). ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/723451/ For Jenna, whose beauty queen spirit I will never forget. (And Jack). "It's always in the campground. And remembered in the flames..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/722299/ Fairy Tale(an acrostic)By Erin Lee Flawless curtsey to the queen. He reaches for her. Hands a flaxen spun on a life well lived.Another round? Yes, please! She twirls under moon beams and winks at the stars.I’ve lived it: Countless kisses and eyes the color of a sunny day. Oh, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/720248/   A Manby Erin Leeis defined not by how he acts on Christmas morningwhen the dogs are fed and packages are tied into tiny bows. She calls to him in daydreams all her own; unforced or bought on promises. (He knows it's best that way).A manis defined not by how he loves back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/711603/  The Closetby Erin LeeShe sits in the closet, waiting for the sound of his carin the driveway. Rushing to fetch his dinnerand a certain nerve: To fake it just once more.Sometimes, she brings a book, something just for her;he never asked what she cares to read aboutand woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/711597/  A Mother's Tearsby Erin LeeIt's in the tears that wet the page that you can feel it;she'd do anything to take your pain and put it into heras she did the day of your birth"I wish it could be another way."A mother's love comes in a thousand ways;mostly not in words. She'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/711593/ I love you, sis! TY for being there! ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/711519/ Coffee and Blue JaysBy Erin L George He pecks, kisses, brushes, blows, caressesto wake usat the window. If we lay here long enough, will the bed wake up,sheets dripping round its anklesto make us coffee and hand us the classifiedspre-circled so we don’t have to de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/702835/ Finally, I can breathe. (Enter the muse). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/694191/ Question: What happens when Dan Arnold mates with across between Virgin Mary and Cybil?             Answer:Me. Dweeb Girl.            Iswore I was adopted until the age.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/678544/ From a (literally) blind date with a bulimic insurance salesman to a keg stampede, Dweeb Girl always seems to find herself smack in the middle of a good story. A personal collection of dorky essays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/678542/ SlugBy Erin L George He winds down the days with breath, delayed "“Fetch me my tea!”I can hear him, sucking down a joint. His lips curl on damp pretentionsand the face of death, waitingWhere lost souls will mingle in red wine puddles "“Yeah! I feel it too.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/673009/  Rising from Ashesby Erin L GeorgeFrom rubble, where breath comes slow and her eyes are closedshe'll rise. Lifting thick hips from a saggy couch and the televisiondancing on the wall behind her. Illuminating the coldness in 68 degreeforced hot air. Entangled with ashes from a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/672405/ Tiny TownsBy Erin L George I’ve lost entire continents and countriesTheir lazy slumbers not following fast enoughMe. Into night.I close my eyes and decide not to nodMaking choices to walk on by. Their indifferenceNo longer biting at my neck. In daylight.I’ve held.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/637606/ My cynic has come out to play - boo ha ha ! ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/631166/ My first attempt at spoken word poetry. Best when read aloud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/631109/ Self-Portrait, as a praying mantisBy Erin L George I, with long legs cut on temptation And fingers fine enough to pick lint from peachesWill wrap my tendrils around youCurling you into spiny webs and raising tentaclesTo your moans. You’ll fall in love,Telling me I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/626731/  Lobster Boy His skin is that of an angry lobsterAbout to be steamed(or just past it and on the plate).His eyes are looking at me(mean). His hair is coarse like Brillo padsI use to clean the sink(I’m not sure I want to touch it).Red like a fire burning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/626730/ I miss you, boys! I wish you all the love in the world (and crispy bacon!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/625880/ Letting go and Growing Up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/624544/ How freeing to finally be able to find the words to write about it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/620527/ For my perfect seashell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/620453/ Prince CharmingBy Erin L George To dull the heartburn that comes with supporting a family my prince       hardworking with calloused hands          his head underthe kitchen sink, mucking out the grease .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/618928/ Just havin a little fun with the pen. Been caught up in editing and prose so this was a fun little release. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/618429/ Somewhere, this moment, there's a Lola, a Jamal, a Gina, and cheesy one night stand flirting with heartbreak - all as a bartender takes it in and keep counting the tips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/596113/ Things aren't always as they appear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/595344/ The heart only has four chambers. Doh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/595334/ my TRUE, lifelong love affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/594445/ Ok, lol. I admit it. I'm feeling a little "dark" tonight. Thanks, Taylor H, for the prompts.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/591486/ You can try to change a person. You can try to tell them what's best for them. But you cannot control their dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/591460/ exactly why I hate the city life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/591454/ Beginnings of a song....been picking away at the guitar..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/585575/ Just having some fun playing with words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/584673/ A children's book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/581315/ Nawwww. I'm not bitter! Not at all! ROFLMAO. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/580517/ Sitting with JesusBy Erin L George I found Jesus at Cumberland’ssipping a green slushy.I looked around. I looked away,hoping he hadn’t seen me. I hid the beer behind my backand put the Trojan’s on the rack. “Hey, you over there, come and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/580262/ 'Etheree' consists of 10 lines of ascending syllable counts (1 syllable - 10 syllables) or a 'Double etheree', having 20 lines, with the 11th to 20th lines having descending syllable counts. Not necessarily rhymed. Here's an example of a normal etheree: Don’tsBy Erin L George&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/580245/ 'Etheree' consists of 10 lines of ascending syllable counts (1 syllable - 10 syllables) or a 'Double etheree', having 20 lines, with the 11th to 20th lines having descending syllable counts. Not necessarily rhymed.  Behind the MapleBy Erin L George Shewatched him,perched ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/580228/ If You Really Knew MeBy Erin L George Note: MTV just premiered a new show called “If You Really Knew Me.” This poem was inspired by the show. Check it out! If you really knew meyou’d know I have an escape plancomplete with a pistolI will buy from the man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/579493/ There comes a time when you have to love yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/576527/ Wordsby Erin L George I choke on them as they fall from your lipsso easy I'm not even sure you know their meaning -wondering why no one's ever taught you wordsare only words. Ironic, that I should spend my time spinning themsearching for the perfect combinationpeanu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erinlgeorge/571837/