http://slow.writerscafe.org/imuncreative The original writings of author Christine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 her mother told hershe wanted to kill herin the bathtub her motheralmost tooka mustard bath she took amphetaminesvacuumed mustard yellow carpetsat odd hours mustard yellow armpitsfrom unwashed clothesmustard yellow walls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1884061/ make a list of youraccomplishments pet the catput your wet clothesin the dryer remember who you wereforget who you are watch a cartoon from the 90s youmakeyour ownchoices .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1820633/ convey carefully crafted content manipulate its meaningpolish its positiontwist its tonguesalivate at its scope reach millions transform its formedit its editionsrevise its revisions don't revisit this pagerun out of ink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1794118/ she saidI madeher happywhen skieswere grayor sunnyor cloudy.           sometimeson rare occasions You make me happy  (always) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1775595/ the womenin healsarch their feetwalkingdownthe platformAchilles vulnerabilitystopsat their stilettos.the menin pin striped suitsmake small talkwith the shoe shinerNarcissusreflectionsstare backat them.the menand womenhave children at homethey paythe baby sittershandsomelybeforethe womenget home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1768218/ sink your teethinto homesyou don't live intitillateyour taste budswith hospitality sit at the dinner tables,makes pleasantries,act like you've been there beforewait for the stomach aches;there's vomitwellingbehind your eyesfrom the dinnersyou rarely atetogether  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1767469/ yellow houseblue shutterslace curtainsdoor bellpolice officersalways comein pairs;calmchaoshangson these wallslike the picturesof the childrenin christmas sweaters who smiled.they did itfor the camerathey did itfor showthe photographers from Searswould always say"what well-behaved chi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1767466/ you never had one in your backyardin massachusetts so when you'redriving downthe back roads of maine, pull overat a tree house. make yourself at home. wait for the family insideto neglect their child.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1748464/ stop staringat the clock listen to ittickand talk pause time. remember who you are, were, and could be now stare at it watch its hands itch its wayaround in a circle watch your lifef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1748461/   the stomach achesyou give yourselfthe headachesyou give yourselfthe heartachesyou give yourself the scabs that openthe pimples that popthe bones that crack sad thingshappy thingsangry thingsapathetic things&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1741897/ I.  I'm doingthe thingsthey used to dofor mewhen I was little; I never knewthere would come a day when I woulddo themalone II. you always keptcanada dryin the refrigeratorat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1740913/ the wind cacklesat the homeless you can hear itfrom insidewhere you're  high and warm and not out therewhere the elements  laugh at you(you've never heard them cry) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1732683/ We took his shoe lacesWe do it for all of themYou can neverbe too surewho they may tryto stranglethese unpredictable savageswith their twisted thoughtsabout getting highwho tell police officersto f**k offwho then go silentmute.the only noisehe makesis from strumming the guitarwe haveon the ward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1732457/ she saw snakeson her bedroom wallsslithering slobspuking shadowsall over the floors;when you wake upcovered in urine,ask your fathertoslaughter them;slay their slimybodies,put them downthe garbage disposal,wash the sheets,take a bath,don't wake your motherwhatever you do,don't closeyour ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1732288/ they made it in sweatshops overseasthey made it with bloody knucklesthey made it in between two slices of breadthey made it in coffee potsthey made it in toaster ovens they made it behind the wheel going 80they made it inside mailboxesthey made it under your fing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1726844/ cocoon your nightmaresuntil they becomebutterflies;knead your wishesinto doughuntil they rise;get a dead end job;be good at itdo drugs;escape yourself.sober up;know yourself.slouchsit up straightpay your billsdo the dishes tomorrowignore your parentsdon't meet anyone newdon't keep your friends close.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1723760/ he saidI'd end upjust like hersmoking cigarettesand sipping coffee alone. but I keep companywith all the winged creatureswho found themselvesattracted to beautiful thingsthat would eventually kill them. there's a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1715384/ they all bore me their inept fumblingjust to getthrough the days they getmanicureswhen no oneholds their hands; wear your ugly thoughtsaround your neckwhen no onekisses it adorn your facewith flesh colored .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1700293/ it goeswhereveryou go; STALKERcomes to mind; theyalways toldyouto lead, never follow. they (whoever they may be)forgotto excludethe moonin their delicateequation. it's onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1688287/ do not makethe mistaketo thinkwe aretalking aboutmoney; the worst instancesoriginatewithin the ego: inflated so largenot evena deflate gatescandalcould let any air escape; you're too busy blowing it(ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1675882/ from fatherto daughterthere isno other wordso beautiful; i amforeversomeone's sweetheart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1675878/ I. i gavea deaf man$10to get back home; i didn't see him get on the train; it's sadto think maybe he could hear me; i wrote"everyone needs help sometimes"on the pieces of paper i had left  a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1671779/ you'venever touchedsomeone's soul,have you? how wouldyou knowif you did?You'll findthe answersomewherein a lineof poetic prose; it willmove youto tears. someday,when you'rewriting songs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1663198/ I havelittle interestin the thingspeople saytoeach other where isthe wonderin life'sleisurelylapsaroundtracksthat gono where? there are thingsI want to knowabout some people for others,I can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1660754/ I fell asleepwith my light on (again) I woke upsometime around4:20 in the morning. the lightwas on; I had ideas. I took outthe bulband held itover my head (it lit up)&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1660669/ tomnever got married he's 78 and lives next door. the girlacross the street takes her shirt off and forgetsto closethe curtain almosteverynight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1653674/ the situationis about as tenuous as  the feather thatlanded on the  record player;  it madethe same partof the song repeatandrepeatandrepeatbut it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1653669/ it's likehe was asking permission to have you on his mind (or in bed) to whichi respond:what iffor a shortperiod of timeit was both? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1651313/ the stoicsnever let you seehow they really felt about tragedyor joy; you knewbothwere necessaryto makeyour lifeworth your time you sweatin your gardenwith a straw hatin 90 degree weather. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1650453/ in first gradewe went aroundthe roomand told the classwhat our favorite colors were. the girls picked pink and purple the boys pickedblue and red. i picked jaundice,the sun,golden s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1649680/ she wasthe first personi sawwho brushed her teethwith hot water; she saidit killedthe germs. if there are germsin my mouth, they belong to you(that wasn't your first blowjob but it might be your last) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1647469/ each chance encounterevery stolen glanceevery face in the crowdevery cup of coffeeevery cigaretteand the potof gold at the endof a rainbowyou can't see(please, stay golden)each passing thoughtevery bleak memoryevery uncomfortable silenceany moment of confusion isparalyzing;(but so is clari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1640672/ theycallthemsymptoms. they makeyou feel sick. theysaythatit's allinyourhead. who made you thinkthatyour mindwas contagious? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1639138/ when you takehis sweatshirt, pull outthe strings so there'snothing leftto tie up(even when you give it back) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1637282/ when the lastof the livingcrawl outof sink holes when you eatyour owntoe nail clippings when you can'tfinda decent cup of coffeebecause everyonewho worksat Dunkin Donutswent to college when stephen hawking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1626743/  you arethe 5 minutepissfirst thingon a sunday morning afterdrinkingtoomuch  i amthe soap bubblesyou hearpoppingin the sink(he remembered to wash his hands) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1625196/ the onlythingwe willever havein commonis thatwe smokecigarettesout the windowat sundown  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1619606/ (it is) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1615858/ Isn't itextraordinaryto be raisedin a universeso well-managedso orderedso serene(I heard they're getting a divorce) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1613422/ I find myselfwonderingif the last time I saw youwill bethe last time I see you  naked in the shower,you hand me soap.I tell you to look awayso I can wash expectations off my skinand watch themcircle the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1605615/ they say:love isthe songsyou hearon the radioyou say:I only sing the bluesI say:I never singyou say:playing the guitar is easymaybe youthinkyour songis goingto make itbig weare going to be#1.i find itimpossibleto sing alongto songsi've never heard;write .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1603392/ i am the personprocrastination sleeps withwhen productivity is away on business i amlace underwearleft on bedroom floorsyou never return to i ampaint chips on wallsthat will never be touched up i am the stained sheets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1593144/ you don't evertell a manwho's been through Vietnamthat this is the 3rd timehe's told the same story nor do you performa great injusticeby trying to re-tell it to someone else you called yourselves Shadow Company(more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1576539/ your dad died the same day you were born(Russel died the day he was born)kids used to call you cry babymomma's boy(Russel loved his mother)you told meshe raised her kids aloneand was always bakingyou fell in your doorwaywhen I brought you a brownie(I thought it would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1552692/ you fucked up your caron your wayto see me didn't you notice:police carsflashing lightstraffic cones"ROAD WORK AHEAD"(the signs were there) we took offour clothesas if we were wearingcaution tape (your sock is sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1539918/ "you love him"you said as you bit off a hang nail"you love him not"you said as your fingernailfilled with blood"you love him"you saidas you gnawed at your nails"you love him not" you saidas yougnawed at your nails(you can't even tell the difference)falling for youwas likebeing&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1539908/ I was part of the conversation without being part of theconversationI used the s****y bathroom to avoid being seenI left wondering if they were wondering why I wasn't talking(or worse to find that they didn't notice I wasn't talking)I came back to take refuge in a cubicle(and when I say &l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1463918/ He wore a blazer with jeans and loafers(no socks)He ordered the chips and salsa (no apple)He sipped a beer at high noon(he must be a professor)He acts like he's reading a student's paper(He’s tearing it to pieces in his head)He thinks fleetingly about killin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1415890/ poetspracticepathological plagiarismas ifwe arethe onlypursuers of predictably perniciouspain. (alliteration sounds too whimsical) When we cry,(everyone does it)our tears are oil spills;we waitfor someone t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/imuncreative/1414207/ lyrics from the doors "when you're strange" 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