JeanMarie | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/castimonia The original writings of author JeanMarie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Stepping on St Augustine Two Months Past February. He'ssorryfor what he'sdone....he'sapologetic, but themoonshe's crumbled inmy palms and drenchedin my tears.I rub my handsacross my jeans and shoot stars across my ripped up, tarnishedwardrobemaybe he'll witnessme before he closes hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/castimonia/540146/ To Be the Earth that Surrounds Him and Settle in His Hands. I'm tying my wrists across the way heused to kiss me, back to bedposts and marking bruisesthat resembleFebruary'shands....He bites his nails and PACESleft foot right and cry throughtelephone lines thatbite me...He's terrified of losing me, offo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/castimonia/534794/ The Breathing Fog of May and the Insistence of Wednesday's Sun. It's...irrelevant we're two stories, picture books rubbedraw and torn pages, he'srippedup the middle, down the lines of hisface on the left and his right eardanglesover my toes when midnight falls, Iwatch him, inconspicuous, listen to my sleep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/castimonia/533190/