http://slow.writerscafe.org/mooninthesky The original writings of author Rain en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026211 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For my long black - I can't go a day without you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/2035212/ Rain triedto sit on her tiny apartment balcony. The seat was wet and so was the sky.  Two feet, size 6Pad aimlessly on thebricksTwo lost pegsDisguised as legsLead her down theroad.What new day is this?In herhead, along with some other who’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/2026511/ not much, but a little further on the life of Rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/2014423/ Funnily enough, I've never seen snow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1977035/ Soft and dim, the window to a lively soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1966839/ A short poem I spat out 20 minutes ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1958792/ This is all I haveWhen I get out I become a personPractice a nice smileExercise the personal interestBig and bright and burned outAnticipation kills me. Vomiting and crying and giving way to gravity, losing strength, inevitability. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952809/ Sun, sink lowSink low, sweet chariotLead the way.Applause of the leavesIs that a diesel my heart dreads?What I wantBrain SoupWhat I wantHome is--What I wantCoffee, silenceWhat I wantYou. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952808/ Like wallpaper, or clayPlastered on my faceHolding back my cheeks in an insincere display. Counting down seconds, shifting my eyes towards the doorSo I can scream primitively in the confines of a moving carSo I can tear out my own mind and throw it out the windowTaste rejection and defeatStomach aci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952807/ All forced together into one being, as if I were constructed entirely of mismatched jigsaw pieces. A bit of sunset here, half a flower there; the face of a baby, the leg of a horse, one solitary blade of a windmill in the midst of snowflakes and hot-air balloons.Monstrosity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952804/ I craved the sun, and here he is. In all his scathing, impersonal glory.'Here we are. Here is the light.' Mumbled bitterly. But at what cost? A few measly dollars and whatever holds me together at times like these. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952802/ Suitcases on a subwaySamba down the escalator with the grace of a newborn foalMy lungs have asked to cough up the void and expel it for goodBut I'm not sure I have the strength. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952800/ When I'm alone? I could watch anything, my preference is the only one present. But I always lean toward innocent things, cartoons and children's programs. They make me feel safe and young again, they give me company that feels friendly.Keep me inside myselfHalfAnd halved againTear it out, he says. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952796/ Me, three suitcases and a half-empty box of Oreos in the middle of what can only be nowhere.In a haze induced by a tiny bottle of red wine, purchased at a corner store, I wait.For the bus, this time. But usually it's you and your soft eyes. See this? I'm a world away, but I can't escape you and all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952794/ 1:23amI've stopped time again. Some of these nights are hard. Tonight, I can't read your face or the sky.I could start the car and turn on the wipers, but I like to leave the storm where it lies. You, also. The ambience of Japanese voices and the safety of your sofa put me in a good limbo... but onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952790/ A pause in transit- time stops but the mind does not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952784/ I wrote this a while ago. Despite the humour I employed to wrestle with negativity and self-doubt in this instance, things didn't work out. I do still enjoy reading back on this, though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952770/ And I thought you were the moon in the sky But it turned out you were just a street light  If you’ve ever followed anyone to the ends of their Earth, their world, only to find that they didn’t know you were behind them the whole time-- then this may be a familiar revel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952755/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mooninthesky/1952754/