http://slow.writerscafe.org/tlhopkinson The original writings of author Trish Hopkinson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776284937 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I was younger I collected odd things to remindme of moments�"snapshots of friends, napkins with signatures and doodles, piecesof ribbon, Roland Orzabal’s comb, dried flowers hung upside down by a pushpin,newspaper clippings, mini bottles, candy wrappers, concert ticket s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlhopkinson/1438663/ Ilost an eyelash today. It happensallthe time"lossofmoon shapes"curved slivers of nail clippings andof lashes laden with parasitic mites and black mascara.Myskin, it sloughs off in microbes onto mattressesandbath towels hung to dry above lost strands of hairthat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlhopkinson/1438662/ Itso happens, I am tired of being a woman.Andit happens while I wait for my children to grow intothe burning licks of adulthood. The streaksofsummer sun have gone,  drainedbetween gaps into gutters,andthe ink-smell of report cards and recipe boxescringesme into corners. Still I wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlhopkinson/1438660/ Bewildered by the unwavering stare of life,with gems for eyes, they seek apathy and affection.They gaze upon the tapestries of the mindand with undaunted effort, gaze right through them.Stimulating intellectual sensuality,they see me vividly, distinctly,clutching flowers in a field of uncertainty.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tlhopkinson/1435978/