http://slow.writerscafe.org/garciaml002 The original writings of author Monica Garcia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043718 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Random thoughts on monogamy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1948897/ Just a free write... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1917712/ To my blessed boy who I worked with at a group home.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1909350/ A reminder to myself.... (jealous of a lot of things in my life currently involving my working life, career, etc.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1908054/ for my best friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1902411/ A story of revenge... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1902410/ Why does lust feel so much better than love (sometimes) ?Like the peak of thick billowing clouds of smoke burning foil;like a teeth grindingcliff edgingbottle breakingEuphoriathat begs to be kept secret.But how can it?When the shattering of glass bottles shrieks so loudlyinto the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1746127/ When comfortable is never enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1740420/ Just a free write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1712896/ Maybe a bit cliché...a work in progress... from a teacher's point of view on a school shooting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1712885/ Only for the Alice in Wonderland fans...just a fun, silly, love piece I did at a slam. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1706521/ This was at my angriest point...this poem was my inner thoughts about one of my students from a couple of years ago...true story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1703163/ Sometimes genetics can be a pain in the a*s... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1701161/ Oh Bill Martin, you inspire me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700965/ It’s been 4years since the last time I smelled sweet roses and baby powder.4 years since Iwound up the glass carousel and watched it spin safely inside of its dome;the horsesinside spun in tireless circlesas they stillspin around me now.I didn’t realizeI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700964/ Thehouse is quiet.Bibleout;flippedopen to a highlighted page of scripture, smoothpages drown in a condemning  yellow ink.Thehouse is quiet.Floorscreak.Echoesof pleading screams still bounce off the pale walls.Butif you listen closely, a child&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700963/ My face is covered inchocolateI stick my index fingerinto the next available piece:orange cream;sticky, tangy, andsweet.Sweet is the day of athousand mourning women,of the death of a lovethat only existed in story books. Fingers sticky, bittertong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700962/ A glimpse at identity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700961/ A glimpse at identity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700958/ mistakes of childhood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700957/ A quick insight on Sensory Processing Disorder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700955/ Inspired by a student of mine...rather...inspired by hundreds of students of mine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700606/ Just a free write on empathy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700602/ They say that drawing is therapy.  So I bought a sketch book in hopes that I could express tothe world how I feel.  If only I could use a crayon and shade with it just theright way so that everyone could see the flamefeel the heat scalding ash painted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700590/ This poem is about a stranger I "knew" at the gym, and the story I think she never told. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/garciaml002/1700585/