http://slow.writerscafe.org/maggiesummers The original writings of author MaggieSummers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028416 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lay me down gentlylay me down lay me downI want to feel your armsgoing round megoing roundand feel your gentle handson me nowon me nowOh lay me downlay me downlay me down now.Kiss me with passionkiss me herekiss me thereAnd f**k me hard, babyoh yeahoh yeahoh lay me downlay me down lay me d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/746347/ Pure erotica based on a dream I had one hot summers night, not so long ago... Written as homage to the Horned God, Cernunnos... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744127/ This is based on a true story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744080/ I screamed! I couldn’t help it. The pain tore through me as if my body was being cut in half at the waist. I could hear the nurses muttering behind me. F**k! Why did everyone in my life have to mutter! Sweat ran off me and pooled wherever my flesh touched the coarse linen. I was panting a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744076/ The phone rang…I sipped my fragrant Lady Grey tea and wandered off to the kitchen table where I sat, feet up on the chair next to me and counted. 3… 2… 1…“Aren’t you going to answer that?” The shrill plaintive cry of my angsty middle child cut over the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744074/ The kids were horrified. Appalled. Shocked. Disgusted. Gobsmacked.“Oh shut up,” I said. The superlatives were still running out of their mouths while I ran around in circles.“But you’re OLD!” Said my youngest in absolute disbelief. “Old women don’t have babi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744073/ “You’re pregnant…” He announced in his short avuncular manner as he stripped off his latex gloves slowly and threw them into the bin near his chair.“You’re out of your mind.” I spoke with the measured tones of one who has gone into shock as I pulled my legs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744071/ Part One http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/744070/ First published in Pink Panther Magazine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/742656/ I’m standing over the kitchen sinkslicing mango flesh from hardened pipwith serrated dripping knifewondering if I slipwould I slip all the way and never come back…Small things keep me alive the malodorous teenage boy socks scatteredin the lounge roomthe smell of summer rain&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/740510/ HeartThis pain does keeptime with loveon burdened wingI fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/739773/ Written after my beautiful sister-friend died an agonisingly cruel death from lung cancer. Names have been changed to protect my heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/738794/ just when the tang of complacency flavoursyour lifewhen you start to lean back and breathe easywhenyou stand a little taller and thank yourselffor all the effort and learningyou have put ingetting to that pointin your journeywhere it all startsnotto matterjust when you reach that point of reliefwher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/738573/ I am hiding here, outside the rain,huddled in my grief, my heart broken with the pain.Long and far from your grace did I fall,all I ever wanted was for you to love me, that’s all.I’m empty now, my mind is wand’ringthrough bitter years of hopeless wond’ring.I tried my best, yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/738115/ With thanks to Joss Whedon and Anyanka for the inspiration:) This was written as satire and is meant to be read with tongue in cheek:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/737991/ I have lost my waymy hands cannot wield my brushmy fingers no longer strummy guitarNo more my mind singswith unbridled passionmy heart is heavyits burden of lonelinessI carry withbent backIn the cold deep darkof another barren sleepless nightI cower before my fearand I seean old womanfull of grief a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maggiesummers/737724/