http://slow.writerscafe.org/RPhillips The original writings of author Rosi S. Phillips en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776061017 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dealing with issues of gender, societal notions of boyhood/girlhood, and transgender issues of identity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1638388/ It was a good while before Bane and I came downstairs, and when we did I was walking funny. “Well that explains why it took you so long,” Casper chuckled in a corner arm chair that looked stuffy and uncomfortable. I glared at him and flipped him the bird as I hobbled into the Alpha&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1392563/ Contrary to the line the Alpha delivered that had me falling flat on my face, the guy was a nice dude and a family man. 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Ye mighty Gods of lore, ye bringers of destruction, ye creators of humanity, Breac-Ghaeltacht upon your homes, upon your babún! Ye who bring the tide to wash the grief, the sun to cleanse the soul, the winds take away the wars. Ye Gods of men who live in fairís .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366917/ Lovely bird, god is not all powerfulHe is weak and frail like all things he createsHe is said to be all seeing, all knowing, all powerfulAnd yet he is petty, jealous, and selfish, like a child But God has created YouSo are You not those things?I have faith in God, because I know HimHe is my Lord, my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366905/ I see children on a ropeSmall hands grasping the thick ropeSmall feet looping to keep up with their teacherSmall mouths chattering away about toys and family and friendsA child falls down on the side walk, crying out in painAnother child helps him up with a friendly handA teacher comes to see the ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366903/ It's eyes were glass melted into the socketsWith flecks of gold dancing insideIts teeth were sharp and long like knivesIts voice was butter rum over decade old steelAnd when it touched me, my skin burned a thousand flamesIt consumed much space, and made me feel smallIt's height and girth, made me ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366901/ The flurry of petals like snow in the windSoft decadence caressing my cheekThe kiss of the sun on my lipsA pregnant pause while the world turnsA whimsical smile to welcome spring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366899/ O, sweet JasmineDo not wither and dieBide your time, nighThe day will gainPouring acrid rainThen in a bright tombIs when you will bloomAnd flower for usYou shall become most deliciousYou shall reek of pestilenceDress in confidencePaint your body in deceptionO, sweetHoneyed nectarPouring from your fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366897/ ...Oh fearfear that I should diedie to be rebornreborn to live that exact fatefate has a cruel game it playsplays life, as a pianopiano's that lie in wait, with key's heavy, dusty, and greatgreat that I can bebe laying in wait for death, (only to, for still a bit more time) livelive in fear, oh fear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366893/ I knowthey know,I hearthem whisper.The lies I hear,they lies they tell,I know!It happenseverydayI try to ignore, what the sayBut the lies...they comebacklike a harddeafeningsmack!I feel like...I'm trappedso stop, stop, stop...Just stopthe lies you tell...before theybecome the truth.Around my necklik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366891/ Watching himImagining fleetinglyHis embrace as a lover not a friendThe child staring trusting at himday dreaming longinglyThat he was our child, not my chargeThen lying in my cold bedI slip into the dreamHis warm arms surrounding meBut the light chases day dreams awayTo the back of my mindOnce again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366888/ At once not seenThe love I haveThe love I give to youOn sweet mindFor sweeter youLeaves my soul entrancedFor loving youIs a gift itselfThat I will always cherish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366886/ IThis lifetime is not enoughForever is just the beginningEternity in you is lifeWithout you Is hell IIWhen I call you answerYour name flows like wine from my lipsAnd your head turns, and your smile playsArms opening wideFingers extending to my heartWe do not simply loveWe make love, creating a new e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366884/ You calledI cameWe playThe same gameAnd it's tortureAnd it's reliefAnd I only have peaceWhen you're inside of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366882/ Let's pretend you love meFor just one momentThat there are no lies nor deceptionThat you'll come home earlyAnd we'll have dinner and conversationLet's pretend I still careFor just one more dayThat I'll wait for youThat I'll cry myself to sleepThat I can't see myself without youLet's say goodbyeLet's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366878/ It's not safe or comfortableThere aren't soft kisses or light strokesHis tongue is down your throatYour panties are around your anklesAnd you pray to God, he doesn't break the plasterIt's not calmly looking into her eyesOr saying sweetly in climax "I love you!"She's on the kitchen counterYou're driv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366876/ Let thy be humbleSay not with wordsYour heart is easy to read Surrounded with colorsHumming with emotionsBrilliant, blinding, in intensity And what of a caressLeave not without my markHolding your soul to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RPhillips/1366875/