http://slow.writerscafe.org/Streamline The original writings of author Cory Barrett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016791 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 .Dappleddrops of life strobe through the lattice fence she built; creating hundreds ofsnapshots in warn wooden frames. Wafting smoke and smells of smiles through thespaces  made in the wall, portals to besure I could never forget the collective album snapshots amount to. Rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313888/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313886/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313882/ o http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313356/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313324/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2313304/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2307494/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2112853/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2097440/ The sadness Of truthIs only Overcome byIt's resilience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2096707/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2095974/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2092551/ Really,we all can imagine.Life's best momentsare the lies that become true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2088055/ Really,we all can imagine.Life's best momentsare the lies that come true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2088053/ There is a place that smells like dust;an aroma heavier than gold and stone.Particles saturated with the heavy legsof memory.  Legs thatsludge trougha damning life of talent and potential.A life that once ran through grasswith smiling eyes, and feathered promises.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2079261/ It's been a while to write a fun one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2077301/ Sauces in the halcyon kitchen I have had too many people ask me if I miss it.Too many times to answer in the same way that I have answered so many times.  I would say“there are moments I miss”, or “I miss the food”.F**k it all.  I don’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2076983/ Your name was different then,as were the words i wrote.I stumbled more then, and loved using vocabulary, thatwas not mine at all.  I scrambledto spit shine my best pairof work boots, lord knows Icouldn't write in patent leather.I never have found the bluesuede shoes I always wanted,but I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2076326/ I wrote a poem about a pine tree drooping under the weight of snow.I was meant to paint a picture of a burden I've carried for a while.Trees die, my burden has too.Maybe should cut down the tree, and warm by the fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2075911/ Husky green leaves clutch to limbs that bore them,                but many of the splashy reds, and yellows have jumped.3 snows visited here already; the kind of that melt faster, than they fall.My liquor collection .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2075001/ I started writingThat book I keptTalking aboutThe first chapteris titled "Vanity" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2071825/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2071803/ Morning is worst.Awake the day is not yet written.Yesterday done, and thankfully.Wishes are a fuel without leverage.Exhaustive dreams keep pounding.Road trips, job postings, real estate.Wonder is an outlet, but lacks teeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2070706/ Here I am.In a hall, or cornerwe met.  Standing on crumbled floor graveling across memory.Was it me, you paintedonto paper in words, longing .  Or was it me,hoping to forgive a bleeding cut i slit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2070567/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2069823/ on my way to work, I drive past a garbage truck at an assisted living apartment building;wondering how the weekend was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2069160/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2069158/ If we only knew then, but you missed it.Just like we knew you would, shutter into a blank corner.Protecting yourself, from the kinetic.Energy terrified you, and you've missed it all.Self fucked to hard, potential pacified. . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2068980/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2065544/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2062830/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2054556/ 40, like my round bellysnuck onto me, pouncingpushing claws into my shoulder bladesas if yesterday’s news storiesweren’t gripping enoughtime corkscrewed her voiceinto my ears, stabbed memoryinto my veins, snapped empathyfrom my hands, and  tornglory.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2041342/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2040410/ is it time to rhyme againtime to sing a song againto the closest friend I never had never had the one I knewthe ones that call me bluethe blue that to me black on top time to know a work can’t stoptime to reap one more cropand now my brow begin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2040397/ I went away because I knew what she tasted likeI went away because I fell in love with it I went away because I got tire of pushing Ctrl+VI went away because I thought I needed youI went away because I believed there was a reason I was hereI went away because .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Streamline/2040392/