http://slow.writerscafe.org/budd921 The original writings of author Budd Black en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026254 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes just a kiss, Just isn't.Sometimes it is more,but forbidden.Sometimes it can be right,and oh so wrong.Sometimes it is so short,but hurts so longSometimes to start,it must end.It can't end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/1730313/ for Mom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/797234/ Had a strange dream last night, cought completely off guard by it. strange what the mind dregs up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/797228/ angry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/644573/ Daily writing practice exercise. Flash Fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/643177/ So you are leaving walking out on everythingfootprints on my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/643175/ Look down at the sandFootprints framed inside of mineSmall toes got bigger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/643174/ Strings, winds, percussionsall flowing into one soundSmile crosses her face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/639443/ From Daily Writing Practice http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/639438/ I was thinking about my grandmother and how much the world had changed in her lifetime. She passed in October at 89yrs old. Probably the 89yrs that have changed more than any before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/budd921/638335/ Flash fiction. 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Some of them are our own and we can see them coming, But others are acquired by the people closest to us. Those are the ones that actually end up biting us. 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