http://slow.writerscafe.org/CRLMLLR The original writings of author C.R. Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986576 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "My life is a mess" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/2075412/ ​Look me in the eyes and grab both sides of my head.With your gaze steady,Your fingers nestled between strands of my hair,Slowly press your thumbs into the top of my skull.Harder now, feel for the soft spots, fingers firm,Don't be afraid as it fractures.Dig deeper.On your toes, raise your eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1953631/ What do you DO? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1953624/ Unaware http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1632766/ "Coasting" Standing at the end of the pier, I squint to peer through the entwined winds of the coast. Opposite the horizon, I reflect, for I am the same in either direction. I watch the rays of sunlight kiss the foreheads of many towers along the shore. Their whispering tendrils gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1549232/ "Nothing New" I realized today that a lot of what I say is regurgitated information that I've heard from somebody else. I recently read somewhere that I should think my own thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1549202/ "Vacancy" There once was a human male alone aboard a spacecraft and headed to a moon by the name of Europa, belonging to a planet by the name of Jupiter. This man was to search for signs of possible life upon Europa's frigid shell, or possibly below, submerged in an ocean heated just enough by tect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1506709/ Troubling thought about how much of one's potential is determined by one's environment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1506684/ "Are you listening to me?""Of course"I am also listening to: The wringing of your hands,  The snap, snap snap of my rubber bands.   The humming of the lights above,    The cooing of a morning dove.     The m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1345255/ "The Stars Hold No Logic"The Stars hold no ability to reason,They share only light,Beaming outward toward nothing in particular.Their brains combusting wildly and without logic;The stars cannot see straight,Only all at onceAnd as I pass, they call out,"You're too slow!" "You'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1345247/ He's standing at the foot of my bed.I hadn't seen how close he was until a passing car, coasting down the cul-de-sac, circled and sent a sweep of dashing stale yellow beams through the blinds.His feverish eyes, matched, for only a split second and then returned back into the void at my feet as the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1344396/ Just as it had been for as long as the people could retain, the cul-de-sac was bursting with sebaceous excitement over the annual calling."Do you think they'll call my number?" a young girl questioned her parents, dressed in the very best flowery dress they could afford her. Looking up and squinting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1343944/ There once was a planet submerged in seventy percent water.All of the land animals leapt in shouting,"I'm a Martyr! I'm a Martyr!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1342914/ “Bipolar 1oh1”It's as if you fumble a lit match,dropping it on top the already crimson foliage below. A flame beginsto catch and crackle and spark and no matter how spacious your stomp,knowing that you're in the middle of the forest,every breath and breeze births flames ane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1342553/ "A Warm Welcome" "Weeeeee aaaareeeee heeeeere!" the flames whistled as they descended upon the city.   At first, the city dwellers could not hear them, for the flames were too high up and still muted within their ship. The arrival was only revealed once the ship was close enough to be spo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CRLMLLR/1334559/