http://slow.writerscafe.org/JMo The original writings of author JMo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010076 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Adream,Wovenby a masterful storyteller Withthe inside scoop.Shespins her fantastical yarns Toa captive audience,Layingbare the hidden passions Of an insentient mind.Shutyour eyes Andsee the truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1706485/ Hegazes at her with a penetrating intensity.Shelowers her lashes in natural responseTohis masculinity,Andinherent authority.Asmall gesture, full of significance,Andnuminous power.Itgenerates an autonomic heatThatbuds forth and pours its warmthFromthe cor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1706454/ You’verented a nice little place in a dark corner of my mindSometimesI see you peering out at me from your front porchIlook away quickly, hoping you’ll stay on your side of the fence I’vebeen seeing you less and less latelyIsort of hoped you&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1706452/ Imade my escape softly and sadlySlippedthe ties that had so long bound meMademy way through this stratum of timeDeterminedwhat I was looking for, I would find Goingthrough the motions of an ordinary lifeThat’swhat I wanted, what I thought was rightB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1706450/ Mydays they pass blue and bleak Butfor one night, my favorite of the weekWhenat last I enter your dark domainToget my fix and numb my painCool,restrained, you're forever in controlYoustill my heart and calm my soulYoutake me to a place through space and timeWhereall is right, so swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1706448/  NumbnessA preferable stateTo my bitter sorrowDetachment is a sweet retreatA respite from the raging stormI lack your talentTo disconnect at willI am destinedTo weather the tempest Until at last I emergeWorn and wearyInto the still, quiet place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1704770/ I’ve tired of chippingAt your near impenetrable wall.Once with gusto I attacked it, Each gash and gouge Exciting my zeal,Beguiling me with promisesOf mysteries I might soon grasp.But the pinholes of progressAre meager rewards For my unceasing toil. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1704767/ Curlingwisps of cloudy blue RiselanguidlyAhazy veil for anesthetized eyesThelast remnant of the tempestTrickleswearily Tocut a kohl-stained pathAlongsharp angles and deep hollowsItssensation a beautiful distractionToa cataleptic mindShewatc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMo/1704755/