http://slow.writerscafe.org/monono The original writings of author monono en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I can’t remember the last time I went off-line, I mused. Well, it’s always good to catch up a little with yourself. I startled a little from my reverie, tolocate the ghost-voice that was Benny’s. Quietly in his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/2008991/ Just then, I forgotthat they are, like me -- humanand just forgetful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1989993/ Being togetherwith you, silenced mister black.With you, I'm just me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1989936/ Am I a monster to sometimes wish that you wereless than what you are? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1987358/ My first attempt at a haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1987007/ I recently watched this movie A Ghost Story so it's quite blatantly taken from there. What I have left is that ghostly feeling which hopefully expresses here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1986064/ I just got back from watching some Lovecraftian-like horror film, which got me thinking about fears. I do have a genuine fear of this, sometimes. By the way, this conversation format is new to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1984516/ my deardon't be frightenedbut be careful -the monsters outsideare not scarierthan the monstersinside.and I knowbecausethey have bitten me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1978999/ hidden, unbidden, under acquiescing silence, forwork is purely functional, so is play -- relax you must.inexpressible remainswith me, for the mastershrilly, austerelyhands me a list of things to write and speak:it seeks, it demands, it violates in its criteria.what have you to say: what re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1978660/ People remember me?Walk walk Don't see me walk walk don't see me walk walk don't see/know..."I know you!"I flounder--she is saying things... things things... wait are you going inside the room I ask-- nope---there's something being said about having gastric and that it is a half-assed sickness--oh r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1972297/ Cats...there they are -feeding.Under the hoods of cars,peeping out from drains.So many of them, that at first, I don't see the lady.But there she is -the kind benefactressof tonight's feline fiesta.My mum averts her eyes.No one else sees her.And we walk pastto have our dinner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1971719/ I became silent.Very silent.A silence that has been living in me ever since -but we are better neighbours now.I give him his time,and he leaves me alone.He needs feeding sometimes.He gets hungry.He once ate me up...My playing was too noisy.So nowThe kid that played is now long gone.But I do remember.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monono/1970920/