http://slow.writerscafe.org/sewlawson The original writings of author sL en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057349 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don’trecall his name(Justin?)or how I knewhim(a friend ofmy sister’s? a neighbor?)Blackest manI’d ever known We were allhigh back thenWe were allyoung back thenHe sketched us,naked, embracingmy breasts drawnlarger than they were in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2461409/ I see you in the mirrorI feel your blood pumping through my heartYou called me your greatest achievementI call you my foundationNever telling me what to do, or how to live, instead living your life, and letting me watch, modeling how to work hard, how to think critically,how to wonder and create,how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2177930/ a poem full of similes about chewing on thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2175769/ Tell me what I f*****g needF*****g fix me Fix this Please Sometimes,when I need to feel understood,I read my old poems and relate to themThose are momentsI’ve survivedBut tonight,I read them all andIt’s NotWorkingMaybe I need a good cryEmptyaloneF*****g .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2150627/ here lies the problemyou’d never stalk my phonepointless loss of passion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2142878/ JFK to PDX Independence Day Weekend 2019From sleepingstrained and stretched,my ear parallel to my shoulder,loose strands of hair frizzy in my peripheral,I sit upright. Surrounded by gray seatbacks,the backs of heads and hats,and the steady hum of the plane,defying evolution a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2142873/ A Semi-found Poem Told BackwardI was desperate for a connectionSo I thumbed through a book of selected poems by Wakoski covering 1962 through 1987. I started at the back and only looked at the yearsat the ends of the poems. I wanted one from my year of birth. That’s the onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2142794/ I'm still laying under LED white lights in an over-proud apartmentUnable to push flat that knot in my throatTracing that feelingback to you youThe fear crashes into me and enters into melike a traveling spirit would to hauntI can't sit around hating you. I adore you.I'm gonna do what my mother taugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2114392/ When you say you’re fatI hear my mother, your grandmother, whispering,“look at that woman; at least I’m not that fat.”When you say you’re fatI flashback to 2000,before you were born or even thought of, andI hear my sister, your mother, bragging“I don’t eat m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/2098143/ I wish I were Aries Man A straightforward simple animalBut instead I amPisces Woman Determined to dissolve into total anonymity while maintaining a  necessary connection to the worldYesthe fantastic myth  which I have drafted for myself seems to have crept its way into my soulI'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1971952/ I don’t know what to say I want to drive around corners going 90 f**k I want to drive around corners going straightAnd I can’t tell you whyI can’t tell you why I feel so hopelessI can’t tell you why I feel so helpless I don’t know but I doI wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1888464/ Of the teacher, the secretary saidin good nature,You're the one I'd have guessedwould have used the free form optionto draft a seating chartThe teacher laughed sincerelywith a forced and practiced smileInnately internalizingany indication thatshe was, indeed,a fuckingmessNer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1851838/ I depend upon my sense of spaceAs I write in the absence of lightBeneath the starsMarijuana fills the airAnd glow-sticks guide my thoughtsfrom pen to pageA diverse community has gatheredto cheer for a shared cultural phenomenaA shared pleasureThey crunch popcornand laughand whisperin lawn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1851834/ Maybe I'd want to be an ocean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1844039/ I have to write my poetry all in one stanza--often struggling to enter a new lineand I have to connect all of my lines with these conjunctions so that the reader knows to try to pace the reading in some wayI never stay on topicbut I edit really wellI apply strange punctuation and conventions&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1802808/ I can't writeI can't paintRight now, I can barely f*****g think straightA dense rubbery gristle like ballis lodged in that space between my lungs and my throat;I cannot catch my breath.What can I say? We intrigue me.You fascinate me, still.I've been saying what I feel and what I think I ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1800574/ I want to say to youThat your life is all and only yoursIf not yours than whose?Those ghosts you speak of,They're not separate from youThey do not define you They must follow you everywhereBut they do not carry weight They are meant to help youto guide youto inspire you to info.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1792317/ It is not the right timeright nowmaybe laterI still have timeIt's too much responsibilityI strive to let sensibility overrule desireIt would never feel right anywayThese excuses keep me warmthey keep me self-righteousjust like I like to beThese excuses, you see, I'm not using like regular .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1783010/ We used to beone night stands and f*****g in the fitting roomdrinking too much and stumbling around on the dance floormaking sushi and cevichepoached turkey and Christmas punch--sitting in the car for hours even after we'd made it hometelling stories friendly argumentsphilosophizing s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1729420/ This is a reply to a poem that my husband wrote to me. You can't find it here, but I like to keep my writing in one place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1725897/ I've always been a risk-takerI've always been strongI'm always fightingI'm always hanging onA pilot in an aircraft man made,I have a missionI'm just a soldierI'm inside this machine, and I'm just the navigator.I'm just humanand I'm scared.So I fly on.I stay focused and on target-- Kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1663868/ Huddled togetherin the cold hard rainhe holds my shelter-- just off the train.Without himI’d be a messHair frozen--clinging to my neckblack streaks--tears on my cheekslike the other sad and pretty freaksI’d be buried to my shouldersin snow and sleetdrowning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1609584/ This is what I wrote in the "About Me" section of this site. I am new here, and am excited to use this as a place to read, write, reflect, and share, which I haven't done in a long time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sewlawson/1566159/