http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fairwin The original writings of author D Alan Johnstone en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010918 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No bond is impenetrable.Don't speak in absolutes.The one you confide in todaywill just own your secrets tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/2309328/ Pull out the inflatable pool.The pink flamingo too.Now the palm...all setswipe right.She’ll be arriving soon.Random Kia pulls up.Girl looks the same.Blonde, young, cute, dismayedby the inflatable poolin your drivewayand not the“tropical landscape”as conveyedin the bio by your name... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/2302480/ She's a rotten tooth.Tear it out.Taste the ironin the bloodin your mouth.Dwell in that painfor a while...but knowthis will leadto a lifetimewithout. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/2279665/ The front porchneeds a new coat of paint.Red from years gone byfading, foldinginto gray underneath.A bottle in a brown paper bagsweats on a scalloped glass table top.Field sparrowson green boxelder brancheschatter near rusty guttersthat span the length of the front porch.The afternoon sunrests .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1989827/ Lifting smooth gray stonesunder cool, moving waterlooking for crayfish.First this, then another,until one is shown.A young one.Fingers snap throughrigid spray,opaque in frenzy...caught, subdued.The excitement is real,but reality turns.If I keep this being,it will wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1988953/ I looked at this star on the horizonand wondered beyond this membrane, what is this light that captures me here, in this moment?When did it ignite and how long did it take to arrive at my eye?Is it a planet? Maybe inhabited by humanoids …or crickets.Can it b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987838/ Obviously, I'm too busy digging this hole with a spoon to look for a shovel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987497/ I guess it started when I was about four years old.Was it a dream? ... I'm still not sure.All I have now is a shadow-gray memory of an event… a sketch from an instanceof sleep that was abruptly interrupted. On the night in reminiscence, Iawakened with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987487/ One day, you'll reach out and I won't be around.I wrote this down to remember,but memories are fleeting...I long for these recollections to departand lead me to a place...a restful spacewhere I'm not definedby the one I'm thinking ofand nerves die off from misrepresented love...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987426/ September 5, the number of crisis from which I survived,but only in that I was revived, but not wholly alive.An ambulatory coma, a filtered stroke, an untold jokeall on me, my own catastrophe of sorts, marked, "not to be unsorted".To return to before would be the end,becaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987354/ Phased out, grayed out, played out You're disappearing me into the wires. No longer your desire.  That's ok, I'm fadingbut the memories reside in the schema of your mind You can block me out no doubt, an infiltrated system attempted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987349/ I hear her name. It’s not uncommon. I react just the same.I see the twistof her caramel hair, the soft bend of her body, the curl of her love-letter lips in crowded rooms. Is it her? Not to be. I react just the same. I catch her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1987327/ I self-deprecatebecauseit gives me a fertile starting point.Expectations are lowwhen you build yourself down.Make them thinkyou are an idiot!Then astound them with your mediocrity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1986584/ I am a God among men.A specimen of unmatchedmight.At the gymevery day,I am a King of personaldesign.Every curve every linerepresentsperfection.So watch me flex while you break my nose with your fist.Look at the girthof my forearmshanging atmy si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1986199/ A song for my kids http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1986188/ Dusk seeps in through gaping holes.I am drunk.The window and I in solidarity.My hole to fillwith 2D visions…apparitionsfor whom I am 2D as well.Endless chatter shares deep secretswith 2 dimensions I know the least.Why do I let these beasts in through fractured windows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1986136/ White-dashed linesconsumed and chaotic.People strewn like wind-blown litter.Cars divide swim-lanesagainst the entropy.The sidewalk,a destination.A bullseye in the fray.The drivercleared out, all but a boyin the middle, encircledby the more fortunate.In this street he remained.Blood stained,The holy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fairwin/1985844/