http://slow.writerscafe.org/juliespenhere The original writings of author Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779855394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Think before we speak harder than anything especially if we angry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133460/ Non fiction too true for me unfortunately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133459/ the fairground at midnightat midnightat the fairgroundthe ponies on the merrygroundride with their old ghoststhe original ridersthe ones that operated the groundsway back in the dayfeels like a century ago nowthey ride those poniestill they cant ride them no morethe ghosts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133456/ Never can agree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133243/ I’m unavailable My antennas not working And I won’t be taking notes Or watching the old tv In my dreary dark lounge roomI’ll be sitting in the sun Turning old yellowed pages That smell of yesteryearWhen they had no computersPhones or tvs only a radio in co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133171/ A bit of fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3133168/ Advice some fiction some not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132975/ Yesterday I drew my third face so yes he did pick at it slightly not as much as I put in poem but who cares I love her she’s my creation alone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132652/ a short story silly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132489/ Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132319/ A short fiction Snippets here there true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132259/ Sorta biblical story I wrote This morning early http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/3132255/ Non fiction this is me right now ! 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http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2965438/ Sketching In the sunlight My eyes watered The vision blurred I saw it Up up high Over the trees Over the mountains With winding river below I saw a shimmer A glimpse Of you Smiling I know you are there You are everywhere With me Everyplace I go My heart heaved wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2964861/ Imagine me With long blonde locks Sitting on a rock You watch me From a distance In morning sunrise I braid my Untamed curls Still wet I watch a lone sailor With fishing lines Reeling them inSmoking his Cigarette Turning his boat Around To my rock He tips .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2964856/ A tad long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2964170/ I Wrote early today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2961438/ Hi here’s the link Will be for present and past members only https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1BEa1GE4jw/?mibextid=wwXIfrJulie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2961363/ Fiction but my take on dying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/juliespenhere/2960984/ Doesn’t happen to all. 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