http://slow.writerscafe.org/eglatine The original writings of author eglantine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776088434 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tonight the sky’s a dusty chalkboardwith a translucent moon cut from thinpaper.Love, draw me some yellow starsso I can find my way back to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1639600/ It wasn’t until I looked through            themoon that I realized oily,black leeches were feasting on my wild heart. “Toomany daydreams,” explained my father.“Notenoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1549777/ (Thereare galaxies pinwheeling all around me and I can’t sleep.) there is a malignance festering within my bones. night has hypnotized me numb. it pulls Lake Michigan’s secrets in. i stare at my cracked wrists. th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1545892/ There's gypsy soul in my blood,         wildflower-scented         and airy with wonder.I breathe best in water;         I trip too much       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1542140/ Grind up teacupsand snort the porcelain dust. Today, whispers hide within the wallsand screams rush out of my mouth,tripping over each otherin chaotic panic to escape my collapsinglungs. Breathe-- No!Breathing is for normal days; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1536905/ There’s fog in my brain tonight,freshly rolled in from the split-tonguedharbor. Mist pales my skin; shivers keep mecompany. Wrap me in the moons’ sheer curtain. Paint me with watercolors from a LakeMichigan sunset. I can’t re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1512917/ I sit here,            caton my lap,            anevergreen forest in my lungs               &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1495622/ Fireworks leap from our hands likeshooting stars on acidand we ‘ooo’ and ‘awwe’ between sips ofPBR. Country music plays from Geoff’s Fordfocusand the bonfire blazes, cutssilhouettes out of us. Our ambient voices criss-cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1495173/ Ripe honeydew cubes glisten on thecutting board.I cover the walls with pages from Vogue:                        lipsand ribs and skin.I have two wrists, one navel an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1336783/ for the queen and the jack http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1313179/ The medication turnedher eyes pearly-white, made hercrave salt.She denied the existence of day,only wrote at night,       click-click-clackon her typewriter while the moonwatched from the sky-light.40 mg of chemical acrobats to balance her brain.She wrote about red thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1303342/ I want to breathe in the salty air that dwellsin your soul,                 somewhere between your                 heart and hip-bone.I'll l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1280548/ I'm only a wisp of lightcaught in Lake Michigan's stare,a black butterfly,                         an almond tree,           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1269265/ The halite moonis quieter than the other moons;my eyes reflectits salty gaze.You talk about titaniumand teeth whitening methods    (strawberries crushed with baking powder).Tonight, the moon is soft,    a snake egg left unattendedand you are red from too much whiskey.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1268699/ My heart is italic, like a baby bat's wingand October snow falls like eyelasheson a sleeping lovers cheek.It's four a.m.--the hour for wide-eyedpoets and lost tree spirits.Dandelions grow backwards here,     like eyes hungry for oxygen.The universe washes up on my lips shoreline;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1262835/ I ache for something spicierthan the north star,something that speaksin lullaby's my soulcan cling to.I wear nothing but flamesand gold lipstick.Reader, won't you ask me to danceon the ivory moon with your shadow's shadow?I am but dust of dust and you, the sunraythat illuminates me,so peel black lac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1256071/ Hello WC friends!This is a call to share a funny, moving, educational, self-discovery, or just odd moment from your college experience.  Max 750 words. This is for a personal project.  If you wish to remain anonymous, please say so and I'll make sure to leave it that way.Please email them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1252800/ I want a French chateauwith a tower full of booksand a ladder high enoughto plant lilacs on the moon.It must have a window-seat where I can reconsider the light:              its' heartbeat, its stare,and understand that my teeth are gravestonesfor all the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1240290/ I hate this rustic churchand the wedding that's about to take placeand I hate these God-fearingpeople and the womanin a gaudy floral blouse.I hate that he stolethis from me, droppedme like a burning cross.I hate this wooden benchand each floor-boardand every one of hisdamn freckles.Broken hearts are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1236559/ Throw me to the tree-shadowstrembling on the floor,   I understand their breathing,   they know how to hold me, like water. I’ve yet to hear my echo;it’s probably caught in a thornbush or simply forgot where i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1236154/ Today is a day for naps,green tea lattes and a twinebookmark tucked inside The Bell Jar.You gather rain in your breath--    I hear you singing,    wringing out your voice    on the front porchas I write next to window-lightabout espresso and yew trees.Fai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1226869/ You stole the stars from my breathso I sank to the bottom of the pooland listened for rain.The moon is naked with pewter;it drips into my heartbeat,slows it down until you pullme to the surface,like a star to the earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1208628/ This night is deciduous and I am lost in Ursa Minorwith a dead flower, alive with fire. I want to tease my namefrom the lips of every starthat pulses within your heart--             you,with the bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1208142/  there are no words in my mouth they are in the back of my skull, near my ears;      only I can hear her voice,                &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1205211/ I fractured the moon and drankits secret milk the nightI first saw my naked selfin my mother's full-length mirror:        pale and dark-eyed,        whispered light,        white pinpoint pupil,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1203720/ I look like I am here.My eyelids shutter-clickyour face in frames persecond:    your lips quiveras you stare at me.Did I mention that I am nude?The clock you boughtfrom the gypsies scratchesat the bedroom air.When you kissme and I kiss back,I am not here--my skin is, my heat,I've left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1200690/ I used to pick up only bluefeathers, but since you toremy heart from the branchI now collect all colors--        I'm impatient        to fly away        from your reflectionshining in my memory's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1198954/ She believed in the color white,   the smoothness of a coconut   milk bath, beneath the bone-moon,crisp with fresh light.Apricot slices, untouched, on a porcelain plate, full glass of pinot grigioand an unread letter sat on her grandmother'svanity .The envelope read:   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eglatine/1197363/ Our atoms explodeinto morning stars as cherrytrees whisper redin early morning half-light.Your eyes navigate my swollenheart; 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