http://slow.writerscafe.org/OWebb23 The original writings of author Pomzen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He sits at his desk staring into spacefingers tappingcoffee by his sidehas a sipplaces it back on the coaster clock is tickingtime is passingtakes a handkerchief from his pocketand sneezes typewriter in front of himpage is blankscratches his headhas an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OWebb23/1373564/ Here comes Jamesin his green suede jacketpromenading along the streetlooking smuglights a cigaretteLucky Strikehis last one believes in good luckis more unlucky than anyone I knowfor his wife Catherineis in bed with another man at home  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OWebb23/1373254/ The music becomes louder and louderyou’re dancing in front of memoving to the songtilting your head back and forthhands above your headsinging the lyrics to Ride a White Swan I’m lying down, my eyes are closedyou reach out and hold me by the arm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OWebb23/1373253/ Critics loathed and loved himsome admired himothers despised himfeminists thought he was misogynistic Beat generationsome considered hima sickness inside himwhich made him start writingin the beginningHe had the last laughfound dead 73Hank you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OWebb23/1373133/