http://slow.writerscafe.org/eightlives The original writings of author nicola. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m not poor.I’m not terminally ill.My mother doesn’t lay in hervomitMy father doesn’t slip into mybed at night.In fact, my parents are together.My life is seemingly alright.I have a bed, a fridge full, I have two working arms andTwo legs that fall limp under me.Underneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1655196/ baby i want you to philosophy me. explore me. study me. hypothesize about me.    i want to touch you, i want to touch your soul in such a way that you'll always remember my fingers, my delicate, philosophical fingers.              i want you to grab .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1593896/ In honor of the 50th anniversary of "Bloody Sunday", the vicious attack on civil rights marchers in Selma, Alabama http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1497839/ a poem about his love for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1497835/ a poem about suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1410482/ as a proud carnivore, this is my declaration of tolerance for my fellow veggie lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1384651/ She paced back and forth,An apron tied round her slimwaist, Her hands deep in her pockets,Her mind deep in thought.A plate of uneaten bacon,Butter long melted in the grits,Not only was the coffee missing,But her lips were missing a kiss.Fond memories long forgotten,Worsened by the stranger in her be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eightlives/1384649/