http://slow.writerscafe.org/reillyroo2 The original writings of author reilly ann conway en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995401 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she plays mama's belly like a drumand giggles at the sound."that's where you began,"i tell herwe were once one. she scampers toward the filthy boots by the doorand laughs when i tell her noclaps her hands while the snow fallsgently, now, i tell her.mama's more fragile than y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/640818/ inspired by robert frost's "reluctance" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/640719/ this is a congrlomeration of several different poems i wrote while living in chicago and struggling to make ends meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/639348/ This is a tribute to a friend who committed suicide in college. She also had BPD, as I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631379/ I wrote this en route to my grandfather's funeral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631377/ listen deepcried out as the doorcreaked closed,the kind of crythat makes thehead heave in its ownawful acrid now,no no boils over intofluent blue branches.linoleum seamsscream beneath bare feetheld fast in clenched handsfrom the cold cold floor.half moon light in thesmall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631376/ A silent actionfigure atmy table,my fallenplastic hero.A dust brownminiaturefallen dead on myyellowed table.  Lateafternoon buttermilklight paintshim gently,perhaps leaves thelittle man a littlehalo.  Hisquiet hands grip alethal weapon.  Hedoes notk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631375/ I wrote this about my ex husband, four years before we got married. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631374/ morning makes me stay under, under what i’m unsure, but definitely under it all and not over anything that’s happened years ago or even yesterday or even now.    sudden violent as a sneeze the ceiling rushes down and stops just before it smothers me.  the pattern of the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631372/ lazy disarray.  energy’s ebbing.  theafterglow’s over.bold, dark likeopen windowsat night,your brighteyes watchedmy prone form.there was a heatfrom your gaze thatsomehow became a sound:it was the low, rawrumble of itthat got me.growling againstth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631371/ A sand dune sprouted Saturday night in my friend’s hatch.  A cone rose up behind the seats, so cleverly concealed beneath a blanket, and sloshed on the way to the drive in.  The leftover keg was ample refreshment for ten friends watching Adam Sandler’s mouth move to static,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631369/ Pained smiletaut across your faceBetrays the lies inside.Your eggshell skin isHollowedof sunshine.I see you drowning inSeas of overpriced drinks.You see coke as a buoy, andUse men like band-aids.How long has it beenSince you’ve slept,Love?And where is the girl I knew?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631368/ Two companies withsimilar business interestsand compatible portfoliosdecided to merge assets,  pool labor:advent of themodernfamily.Mommy taughther little girl tospeak in slogans.  Take pop culture snatchesand quilt thempatchworkstyle intolanguage.Catch phra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631311/ four moon fragmentsmy liquid my lifemy blood inkedbalk, be bashfulbut see meliking these light-frayed edges,my half born childrentheir fragile paper flesh.i left myinsides / out / insunintimate lost limbshomecomingpulsepunctuateseverythingsunrises sly through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reillyroo2/631305/