http://slow.writerscafe.org/somesomething The original writings of author Francis Myerick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004834 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 motherit's that wordmoth,...herto be mothed.i wondersoft, swadled closerare you?and why,i imagine you in newspaper roomsin glassesa secretaryi imagine you with my brotherthe getaway without my fatherwhere you'd end up,maybe californiai imagine you far away from here,mothing your wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/1863009/ if you could have seen meif you could know what i feltto want to hold,how it felt to be held,if you could know rose thatblooms out of me, if you could be mesmerizedby the eerie glow of a country house nightof a bright window http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/1863004/ last night I dreamt of dogsI dreamt I saw BatmanI wondered if you told him the truthor just what you’d told that man.the thing about your dogsis they think that you’re god.if you explain in plainenglish, there are wordsthey just don’t understand.II.Remember a tiny metal painthat ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/1863003/ I am lying in bed with the sanest lover I have ever had."I want to see more movies about abused children.”He gives me a strange look and laughs uncomfortably. 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"i need a cathartic release" i tell boone."like breaking something?"no. he says he want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/430807/ every forty days or so (or exactly), i call my voicemail to check a message that usually comes from my dad,-- because he's one of the few people/institutions that doesn't understand that i don't like getting voicemails-- and i'm bombarded with a series of numbers and subsequent recordings that are s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/430190/ last night i had this dream i wrote a poem. it was my sister's wedding, except, i wasn't invited. because i was working, she said, and she didn't think i'd really care either way. plus, she said, it was just her and dave, but actually, twenty people came.and alfred, we were on this plane, he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/426929/ sara and i are on our way back to atlanta."the world is ending." she says, and i feel depressed."it's just that all these deaths are making me over-contemplate my own mortality."*              * &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/426051/ sometimes i dont feel like f*****g writing you at all.i get to feeling like forrest gump and you're jenny and you've sent back all my letters--only you haven't even done that because a return to sender requires more commitment. i was thinking about it earlier, kinda, when i was looking at my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/somesomething/423628/ despite my general disinterest in sex lately, yesterday MattE and i fucked. it felt wonderfully dirty and spontaneous. he squeezed and sucked my breasts, and i told him "i'm close" moaning before i slow to the soft, deep breaths that precede orgasm. 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