http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sullivaa1 The original writings of author Elephant Noses en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033884 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Each tiny bow in that little girl’s hairWas fluffy and pink and angelicAnd her little white socks in black patent shoes  Were pure and clean and gentleFluffy and pink and angelicWere her red cheeks, chubby and softAnd pure and clean and gentleWere her little-girl thoughts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630752/ Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name... The prayer jumps into my head, the old words coming back to me easily. I am holding onto the old man’s hand. Sitting there next to him, the disturbing sound of his arrhythmic breath, I am reminded of something I saw when I went to a sci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630751/ I need no introduction,For I’m already hereI’m already in your house,My face on your TV screenNo introduction necessaryI’m already with your family at Christmas,Teaching your childrenAbout the birds and the bees,The Reagan Administration,How to build planes from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630746/ I will google the meaning of lifeand it will direct me to a wikipedia sourceI will also find “themeaningoflife.org”and I will cite these documents like literatureI will assume that texting is the best form of communicationand I will live by itI will lose interest in faces a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630743/ That sea of cars is so beautiful thereNew, shiny automobiles taking on aliquid shape, catching light like waterYou want to scream at them,and throw your voice like a lifesaverinto the water and drag yourself inAway from the drowning, in newness and defeat,drowning in the heat of hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630742/ In the white empty space filled with floating specs of glittering dust, my head rises. I turn my neck this way, crack, that way. Windows are slanted so that it appears I am floating in the space the house was built in, hundreds of years ago. Though the glass I see clouds, fluffy and distant moving .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630713/ What did you do?You told me toWhat have you done?You gave me the gun!It’s your fault,You taught me how!What on earth have you done?I shot them! They’re in bed!Go look for yourselfOh, Christ, what did you do?They’re dead now! Dead as dead can be!And there&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sullivaa1/630707/