http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dfrank2003 The original writings of author Dani en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The first time I saw a sky full of stars, I was driving down a highway in Arizona, in the middle of the desert, at one in the morning.I was born and raised in New York City. The lights of a city shine bright, brighter than any star in the sky. We don’t need your celestial lights, heavens; Time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1127588/ A small excerpt from something I am attempting to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1094857/ So, after rereading Bright Lights, Big City, I was just really feeling it and decided to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1083683/ Walk. Walk. Walk fast. Walking fast, fast, faster. Panting, walking, escaping. The white, fluorescent lights above my head flicker, and the cold, pale gray tiled floor freezes my bare feet. The world blurs and tilts, but I continue on, unable to waste time. Move past a few nurses, who are focused at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1016597/ This is from last year. I still like it, surprisingly enough. It was published in my school's literary art journal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1014036/ Sharon Needles, winner of RuPaul's Drag Race, is amazing. I wrote this poem for him and I will be mailing it. I wasn't gong to show anyone besides the queen, but I decided to share it here. I like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1013233/ Quite short. I wrote this a while ago. I'm not too sure about it, but I decided to post it, anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/1010479/ The words of others, in abundance, can drown out your own voice. I knew a girl who turned her entire apartment into a library. Books were piled everywhere. Stacked in the living room, lining the kitchen counters, filling the unused oven, taking up spaces in the fridge. They covered every inch of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/989325/ The light from my window shone down onto my face. I was curled onto the old, ripped couch. The dark room left me feeling completely isolated.            Alone.            I had never felt m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dfrank2003/589324/