http://slow.writerscafe.org/coin The original writings of author coin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121440 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a story about a worker on my crew in Fort McMurray, Alberta http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1576738/ a story about trauma & the road to healing, attempting to link the physical / mental http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1550908/ Something I'm learning from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1418794/ a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1418143/ For my Father on his 60th Birthday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1402799/ You say it's wrongI say it's rightThe olde time dance of Black & White How can we know without a master plan?How can we live without invisible Hands? It's work - all this thinking,and talking and compromise.I see it in your eyes...The quick surprise behind your disguise. The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1401647/ If nothing else this job gets meup in the morning. and is probably keeping me in alrightshape. 10km bike from home - usually frantic. I hit the snooze twice.Why not set the alarm a little later? It's tough being addicted to stress.It's never enough to relax.Got to have something, some wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1401638/ Verbal Facilitystretches my utilityasks the very most of meto learn and think, and exercise Look your mother in the eyes and tell her"I'm doing this for me"across the kitchen tableNow you're grown and ableNow you've turned the tables but she loves you on either side. No more need to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1396286/ this is the start of a song I think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1396270/ I'm greeted every morningby a manwith a brown paper bag of dogshit. No matter where I lay my head,he finds me when the sun risesEagerly outstretched arm, insistent look, the whole nine yards I used to bring each one inside my house, find a place for it, let it stink up my placepiss and moa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1395867/ this is probably several poems to be fleshed out later. posting it as is for now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1395620/ How we do anything is how we do EverythingSo sometimes I hide.The trouble starts when I try to act from where I'm not, and it has to resolve one way or the other"Start from where you are, right now"it's always the same. I write these reminders for myself as much as you becauseI can't teach what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1395431/ Let's make dinner! You start cutting up veggies on the counterI'll come up behind you and kiss your neckWe'll manage to get it in the oven before I break out the coconut oilMy hands are so goddamn smooth as I run it inWe've got time, let's work up that appetite :)sometimes I'll start.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1394801/ I don't know everything, But I know some things. I know when a woman looks at my faceAnd sees her lover. Checking the corners and creases around my mouthFaster than her brain is aware Occasionally I'll get a hint of attraction from an online profileSomeone who knows someone I know. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1394798/ My mother lost her visionstanding in her kitchenfeeling the hands of a clock she couldn't see right in front of her faceand waiting - till it said 5:30 a.m. before she dared call anyone for help  She said this was a turning point for herrealizing the importance of putting he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1394265/ I keep my intellect sharp on her imperfectionsgot it sorted now so any time she has a problemshe comes to me I stopped asking if she wants help a long time ago, just go straight for the jugular"What's the problem? How can we kill it?" For a while there it was helping me feel bett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1394236/ Take a message from my Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1393833/ I prefer to destroy objects when I throw them awayIt's a tendency I developed in childhood.We had a large red haybarn where I stored boxes of pastSo very few things were every actually trash The small bit that did make it out gave incredible anxietyLittle scraps of paper, a worn sockH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1393559/ You Must go by yourselfbut You Needn't go Alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1393429/ Not sure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1393146/     GO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1392925/ My Fathercan't choose a burger My Motherlet someone else pick her new cellphone I have a body memory of stress and anxiety every timea decision is to be made- and that's a lot.  My ex lets me crash at her place when I'm in the city working I hate my jobbut haven't planned to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1392695/ Have you noticedthat jobs are organized to interrupt youjust frequently enough that you neverget any consistent thinking done about your life? I have. I've asked several people at my worksite if they've noticed this.They typically think on it for a moment, then dismissthe idea with a shake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1392575/ No one Knows I don't show up for workI'm my own bossand make my own hours. I take long weekendsI eat breakfast aloneNo one Knows So what's the matter? I enjoy my daysI claim to make the most of my time when I'm with people And I've got pretty good at it"Hey! Look at all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1392239/ Commitment is a real b***h.I like to think'I just need more time to think...to planto get myself together for The Big Push' When I look at my lifeand the times I've been most 'productive'it's never like thatI've never had to force anything that wasn't readyNever scheduled spontaneity I alw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1392223/ It's taken a long time to know love when I feel it. 10th Grade, on the bus. I felt my heart sink and had no idea what to do with thatWe became friends, her best friend my friend, her boyfriend my best friend even nowStaying in touch over the years with friendly emails, photos exchanged while I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1391789/ a poem I wrote about a guy I met about a month ago during a course http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1391516/ Patterns can be hard to breakI spent years locking my puzzle piece to yoursTouching only on the edges that fitTouching Only in places that felt good It's a risk when I rearrange my piecewalking on a ledge, gamblingtesting your trust  Standing in your shop, and saying "N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coin/1391228/