http://slow.writerscafe.org/IFWDavis The original writings of author I.F.W. Davis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2924227/ Written: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2924226/ Written: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2924225/ Written: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2924224/ Written: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2924223/ Written: 2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2863104/ No bones to pickwhen you’re the spineless kindand you pay no mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2863103/ I heard your keys jingleas a stranger shot me side eyespassed byunder greenhouse lightsin a garden grown10,000 miles away from home-alone, togethertethered to an unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2863102/ Torn between the lake & the landlike a god damn ampersandand it’s getting out of hand,body asunder,hungry for a sense of wonderthat SLAPS like the pitter-patterPOW of a July thunder,temporal blundersunder the cover of fright-despite best intentionsI just couldn’t get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2863101/ Swallow me as the sea,brine and algae, gracile and mean,clean- carbonated- serene-sedimentary, my dear.A filter-fed dreadbed slowunder to and fro,reeling in a deadline castfast-a bait ‘n switch sit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/2863099/ God damn, I don't get it-I've got a split head aesthetic,compulsively repulsive to my ownline of credit-attached & relapsed, my anxiety is embeddedI've felt it, can't help it,this is all paranthetic.I cannot quite explain the subtlety in pain or the comfort I seem to findin a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1972415/ I've lost the point again-please drip it back into my lackluster excuse for serotoninfor f**k's sake call me in the morningmy hydro-caloric intake cramps calves on a Tuesday like I could recall the last time I cared about whether or not I was sober by 6 am-but it's a whatever sort of thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1204251/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201177/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201176/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201173/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201172/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201171/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201166/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201165/ Written: 2011-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201162/ Written: 2011-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201158/ Written: 2011-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201157/ Written: 2011-2012 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201147/ Written: 2011-2012 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201145/ Written: 2012-2013 x Edited: 2024 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201140/ Slippingnever slid so well over the glaze in your eye;the grout between your consonants cut short by moistenedwrists and the salt of another long Saturday night.Indecisions sink faster than indiscretions but I've bedwith both- and I made up my mind months ago,betting on a waiting game .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201067/ Drip. Drop.  Drip.We sip- it slips- we slipped-Cut lips beg witha "f**k" and "forget it"and we sip-dripping electric withoutbeing lit, cut, or cuedsuiting you and my misplacedtryst of poise that hangs fromthe swift grit-green of your eyes;still as voracious as ever,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IFWDavis/1201064/