http://slow.writerscafe.org/jlmoore The original writings of author Joseph L. Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779879986 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}I'm told that I look like I'm doing much better.I should be glad, but they don't see.Everyone's happy I'm out of the hospital.Don't call so often, so, they don't see.Everyone's happy 'cause they don't see.Ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946439/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}. . . for his own good?He checked in;   scared of the knives,      and himself.Wants to go home,   unaware      that he’ll sit,      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946438/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}I know you!       The one . . . .              I saw before;Stepping sharply . . . . clicking;       going there again    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946436/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}A lithe step     and bright eyes.A cat-like walk     in high heels          and … nothing else. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946433/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}Swaying to the music of an       unseen orchestra,The trees resembled mourners       at a funeral.Congregating near       a frozen brookThey had st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946398/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}She smiled, a pretty smile,     a young woman’s smile.Life will take care of that.She laughed, a playful laugh,     and her eyes sparkled.Life will take care of that.She l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946395/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}                                           How are you?              &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946392/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}She had new red shoes and egyptian eyes;     and my heart.She liked poems & chocolates & surprises;     and my smile.She wore a blouse that matched her shoes and eyes;  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946373/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.5px Helvetica}My stars filled past their brim tonight,overflowed by poppies I picked this morningfrom Afghanistan to Baltimore,I didn’t know who cleaned up.My mother wore her gloves last night,stained by wine and cigare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jlmoore/1946372/