http://slow.writerscafe.org/LiamRogers The original writings of author Liam Rogers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776311794 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don’t understand.Why didn’t you acknowledge the random gentlenessoscillating in that perfect rectangular relationship?Were you never clear where it was going? That man took off his eyelidsand sent them to the orphanage.His generosity will fuel the roden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/2008396/ If Flowers Could Talk...ByL.K. RogersIt is barely past dusk on a dark and deserted London street corner. The focal point is one large but dim streetlight that illuminates half of the corner. In the background, We can see the outlines of buildings. Fog wraps around the tip of acathedral, Medieval in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1861137/ London, 1999 Oh the fences they hold true,wandering through heavy woven forests of tree roots to pastures of sunken vegetationalong dirt roads nestled in overcast shadows,as a family picnics, or so it would appear.A rejoice of sorts if only you were still here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468927/ “a mother skunk with hercolumn of kittens swills the garbage pail” - Robert  Lowell An orange peel, a box ofbuttons, shoes in the closet that have lost their feetThe blinds hang crookedThe dust is in the windowscreen foreverA small dog&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468925/ Do you have a coat named Cassandra?Are we the dead swordfish cripples?Are we postponing the end of reality? Is one man perched on a cloud of skunkweed aromas and spiral lights? Are you trying to sharpen your pencilwith fingernails submergedin letharg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468924/ As she rested in her bedroom, she looked up, blinded by a blank light shining down from a spirit she never knew, but  to whom she was loyal.The hazy evening skies and the bright sun setting under thehorizon joined to form a seasonable warmth.  This did not see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468922/ Full Title:Waiting for the Bus After My Interview at the MaryBaker Eddy Library For The Betterment of Humanity, the Archives of the Church of Christ Scientist,Which Doesn’t  Believein Doctors, December 29, 2005   So what you are telling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468921/ New York, 1991We will need two passport picturesone inch by one inchwith you lookingexactly forty-five degrees to the left...EXACTLY forty-five degrees to the left, just enough so we can barelysee your right earlobes.We can't let you into this country without them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468638/ How Come SantaDrinks So Much                                      I gave 75 cents to a homeless man sitting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LiamRogers/1468636/