http://slow.writerscafe.org/Charlie_007 The original writings of author Charlie Drake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016861 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 creative nonfiction, experimental piece inspired by recent events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/597107/ written at 6 am lol I think today is the 26?? no clue these days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/581924/ written 7/21/010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/580383/ written 7/20/010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/580380/ written 7/17/10, inspired by reading a poem by Emily Dickinson, "Call me Wife" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/580379/  And tell me, dear moon, of the starsIn between the lies-Where tomorrow is todayWhere dreamsWeren’t ever dreamt    Tell me of the darkness    Behind an oval sphere.And tell me, dear moon,About an anchor    attachedTo you and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/555778/  Today is just another day and I’m waitingUntil I can be or say exactly what I’m thinkingI want to be the flowerTo your garden while the night falls and My petals might bloom so neatly Under the right halls lit byA darker kind they can live byLight as in truth, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/555511/   Words are falling off the pageHanging by a ropeWhile each string holding togetherSlowly ripsNonetheless, I keep writing andThe sentences grow heavier against the pageAnd I wait for it to fall to the groundPorcelain shatteringUnable to be fixedAs smoke swims out from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/555502/ very old poem I began to edit lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/555499/ Wrote this about two years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/555187/ I can’t stop-While words tumble and smash into one anotherI try to stay an iceberg20% above water, 80% below the surfaceTransference of emotion onto whiteStark paper and graphite hieroglyphsDid we get to the mindset of-Pay attention here;Can a building have moral opinionsNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/546911/ And tell me, dear moon, of the starsIn between the lies-Where tomorrow is todayWhere dreamsWeren’t ever dreamt    Tell me of the darkness    Behind an oval sphere.And tell me, dear moon,About an anchor    attachedTo you and to me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/546910/ the poet stopped singing to talkwords and sentences that are presumed to have meaning,are now illogical and misplacedspecificity is key, a key to close-mindedness  but what sort of ammunition do you wish to retrievewhen there are no longer questions beneath the silence in their br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Charlie_007/546908/