http://slow.writerscafe.org/smon The original writings of author smon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094699 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We are born as slugs - open/vulnerable to the wonders/dangers of the world.Wonder keeps us slugs.Danger makes us snails.We must remember that when the dangers recede, we must come out of our shells, or we will miss the wonders. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/631709/ Plod, plod, plod,Plod, tap, plod, tap, plod, tap.You catch up to me.A greeting.I yawn.And yes, YES!You, burning in my periphery,Yawn in echo. Ahh.I crumble into a big, stupid grin, andtaplodtaplodtaplod http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630101/ Wind!Blast me up with swirls of leavesinto the scape of blueand shed the skinthat taints to winth'approval of its kin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630078/ An attempt at recalling. I put this up on WC ages ago but lost the original :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630071/ He had carried her heart in his hands.In the luxury of sterile corridors,Her red voice was screaming through the white,His mind battled back, blue and nervous folds of thought,Lapping on her shore of suffering.Tepid tempered in their mix,It could go either way,Every movement cranks the volume silenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630047/ i held a beautiful thingin my ugly handsand it did not make me beautifulbecause the beatiful thingthat i held in my handswas love of beauty not love of lovei held out my handin my ugly beautyand it did not make me lovebecause holding out my handugly beauty waslove itself of itself dutifuli held out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630045/ Dancing together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630044/ I lose sleep when I am happy;I live in fear of my own dreams -That they just might come true;Stretching my capacity for fun and boredom inbetween -My expectations in this life,My tenacity on morsels in the spectrum of soul and strife:Like a big old backed up poo.So I'd rather not feel anything,I'd r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630042/ i recollect from memory's crypt that i had wept while you had slipped out into night and like a knife made cuts into our past. you'd bled the vein, now i in pain, the secrets slain: profess my innocence. you say the lies won't last. and healing still my mind made ill the health we shared in youth. i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630039/ the prints I leave do not forgivemy haunts they grieve, they beg to livedo not come back till you've done goodmade peace with past and understoodthe yelling it has made us deafi did your penance as you leftand in the cloak retracting lightimage of you I dare to fightfor, you are not the one I want(a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/630035/ Is this the shape that you would takeI play the waterbottle with my feetIt's warm to touch and at this heightI'm quite content I am quite quiteI shrink down to its size, now halfAnd half again not half so fastInside the waterbottle rubber groovesI felt the heat scorch through my shoesI walk along th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smon/629641/