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			<title>27 ways to not be so sad anymore</title>
			<description>27 WAYS TO NOT BE SO SAD ANYMORE1 go for a walk but you&amp;rsquo;ve got to do it now&amp;#8232;you&amp;rsquo;ve got to do it while the leaves are still crunchy,&amp;#8232;when you can hear them under your feet and you can&amp;#8232;hear them when they fall on the street.&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8232;2 you&amp;rsquo;ve got to go at 4pm and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1975984/</link>
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			<title>blah</title>
			<description>I try to talk, but nothing comes outI don't want to be with her,but I can't stand the nothingness that I feel when i'm aloneand I guess i'm just rotten enough to expect her to facethat same emptiness when she's left without me.&amp;nbsp;I'm a storm. I never truly meant to be.There were times when I thou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1832905/</link>
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			<title>Tonight, i'm going to start talking to God again.</title>
			<description>Tonight, i'm going to start talking to God again.Things sort of ended badly that year that he buried meunderneath all the things that hurtand set the thing I love two feet in front of me but Iwas stuck, with all of the things I let pile up, soall I could do was look at her.all I could do was look.Li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1803778/</link>
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			<title>so you're like, a writer</title>
			<description>Come on, say it.My eyes are weird blue and mysmile takes up my whole faceand that one strand of hair thatcurls near my cheekbone drivesyou insane. You can say it but youwon't because everyone else youloved anything about ruined you.Don't be selfish though. You knowyou ruined them, too.&amp;nbsp;I don't ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1652502/</link>
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			<title>One more time, before I die.</title>
			<description>(just to see you)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1651534/</link>
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			<title>So you're a f****n' poet.</title>
			<description>So you're a f****n' poet.You make a mess just to write about it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1651530/</link>
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			<title>you're an old mansion sitting weary on the lake</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1651525/</link>
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			<title>On a bus in Chicago</title>
			<description>a poem about the future</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650633/</link>
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			<title>Look, I'm sorry I said those things</title>
			<description>Look, I&amp;rsquo;m Sorry I said Those ThingsI didn&amp;rsquo;t mean itCan I write you a poemCan you help me forget&amp;nbsp;We walked through Target and picked through the last of the notebooks and you showed me which trash can you bought for your new life and I tried not to cry or think about the fact that in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650629/</link>
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			<title>Lately you make me feel like i'm screaming in outer-space </title>
			<description>No one can hear you in outer spacesound vibrates on air waves and&amp;nbsp;there is no air in spaceso whatever I mean scream all you wantno one is going to hear youI woke up at 8am and spent three hoursarguing with my handslike no no please don&amp;rsquo;t touch herI know you feel like you need tobut it&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650624/</link>
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			<title>sunday morning</title>
			<description>you&amp;rsquo;re scared of the future cause&amp;#8232; you don&amp;rsquo;t know what you wannado,&amp;nbsp;but &amp;#8232;you do know what you want you do&amp;#8232;you wanna wake up in a house&amp;#8232; on asunday morning and the window is open&amp;#8232;there&amp;rsquo;s a breeze coming in&amp;#823..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650620/</link>
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			<title>Parenthesis</title>
			<description>(help me stop drinking)that feels less scary to writewhen it&amp;rsquo;s wrapped in parenthesis. Like saying I love you for the first timebut with your eyes closedor how the world felt less scarywith you wrapped around melike parentheses.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650618/</link>
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			<title>You and I are in love like it's war.</title>
			<description>Leave me alone&amp;#8232;no wait, come home.&amp;#8232;we are in love like it&amp;rsquo;s war.&amp;#8232;war isso fragile but so strong and&amp;#8232;I&amp;rsquo;m like hiding in a bunker and &amp;#8232;you&amp;rsquo;re hiding inyours but&amp;#8232;we both think we&amp;rsquo;re out with our guns.&amp;#8232;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650614/</link>
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			<title>A thing I wrote when I wasn't drunk.</title>
			<description>I called you one night in the middle of a panic attack but you had to go because you were with your friends and every day I&amp;rsquo;m realizing more and more how f*****g s****y that was of you. You said I was your human, that everybody has one. Now you&amp;rsquo;re with someone with eyes half as bright as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dulcie/1650611/</link>
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