http://slow.writerscafe.org/jkhannah The original writings of author J. K. Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775312720 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Notes and thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1927186/ I came across this poem about perfectionism I wrote during a rough time. Even though I'm moving beyond these habits, it still resonates. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1927184/ Letting someone into the sacred space of your heart... It takes all your energy just to be a mess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1734437/ Our universe ticks in one directionEntropy means we can't go back to perfectionMilk makes cheese, eggs get cookedEverything is changing just as we lookThe future is always comingEach decision will turn into somethingBut at the Future Station you will never arriveFor you are sitting on the Now train .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1704310/ the quirks of time! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1703873/ One of those days when you just want to stay in your room the whole time... but you can't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1658584/ People come they change your life. They make you believe new things.People break your heart. People see you, and then look away.People hold you in their arms and craddle youAnd then wrap their arms around someone else.People are powerful. People are life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1637511/ Two people on two distinct paths meet in passing; nature metaphors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1635425/ When the love between two people is gone, what are you left with? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1599441/ Teachers who want to help you by making all the decisions for you. In a series called "Notes on Childhood" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1596580/ I get bored. And then down. Doing anything seems meaningless. I close my eyes. I think of the book on my desk, the interesting one. I drift. If I read that book, who will I share it with. I think of the street. If I walk the street what wilI do. It all seems meaningless. Pass the time until somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1593270/ A lament to the best friends of past, lost to the best friends of present http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1592402/   I thought he loved me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1590341/ A true, stubborn little poem about losing a man I loved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1589081/ Don’t touch me like that if you don’t love me.Don’t let me look so deep in your eyes, to tell you aboutthe little flowers you’ve never seen there.Don’t tell me about all the pain in your heart. Don’t let me hold you while you weep.Don’t ask.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1589057/ When I first met this man from Holland, he called me: "A p***y" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1589048/ When a friendship is taken from you. You can't hold onto it, you can't stop it, you can't prepare for it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1589034/ Time is sucha funny thing. And by funny I mean odd. How is it I’ve been here for 11 and ½weeks already? That is more time than I spent in all in St Croix. And yet whathave I done and who have I become? What’s another 11 ½ weeks on top of 18years, 2 summers, 1 winter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1588913/ About his redheaded girl:You wrote a poem and put it on FacebookI read it slowly and repeatedlyI wasn’t sure if it was about meI quickly knew it was your own work,I recognized the styleYou referred to a Ginger, you capitalized it like thatI didn’t know if it was about meYou thanked someo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jkhannah/1588911/