http://slow.writerscafe.org/spork The original writings of author Daisy Ackerman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021681 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we spend our lives with eyes on the clockalways waiting while uninsured minutesslip through the gaps between our fingers like sand. but listen, children!take your opportunities now to liveto sing to write to fall in love to do everything before the weight of the worldfalls down on you, listen! the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1722899/ I. how sorry it is, the thought of goodbyethe ending so close in sightthat you could touch it, will touch it,the light so blinding you cannot see past itand can only move through to the unknown,to something beautiful or tragic or somewhere in between.II.how sorry it is so have something so wonderful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1719649/ A three-line poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1715025/ Exploring a small challenge of being mixed-race. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1715006/ I. footstepsi cant concentratewith the sound of our silenceringing in my earsII.i dig my nails into my palmi should say somethingshouldn/t i?but i am too nervousand my palm hurtsIII.we drift closer togetherand farther apartlike waves not the swell of the tidebut gentle sound two sine curveslight wav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1714041/ Daisy Ackerman1/6/16Teacher Class nameAdvisorSchoolState in which school is located5:50pm31 degrees fahrenheitPartly cloudy63% humidity900+ mph (0 is relative)One fishtwo fishred fishblue fishThe Constitution of the United States in 2-point font. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1710264/ i love you in the way the breeze the biting breezegrazes the surface of leaves, not intimate but a little too closefamiliar grazing like the the touch of children scratchingchasing laughing even if we are not straight facesand you’re the tingling warmth after reddened cheeksescaping the biti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1710262/ im rational enough to knowthat the water near the shore is shallowim standing in it ankles deepand i can back out whenever i wantwhats in the water but sand and seaweed and fishand beauty?i am made of air and only graze the surface of the seaclarity is my essenceso clear im invisiblethe water holds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/spork/1710259/