http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jack0Lain The original writings of author Jack O en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996231 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2059371/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2056115/ This is an combination of a story and a poem. This is not a option that the type gives us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2056109/ Nods are not as good as smiles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2055431/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2053914/ If google died would anyone know why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2053730/ Morality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2053574/ a poem. one should recreate a observational poetry option for poems and prose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2052412/ Fairy Tale. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2051049/ A poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2049544/ I read the politic.I hear the racists screaming.I watch the protestors and . . .In the burnward there are little girls and boys trying to breath.In thecancer ward there are young people with larger smiles than all the others. One morebreath. One more day. If you make it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2040432/ For a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2037615/ A poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2036104/ Soft andwondering do they step into a world that might contain suns.Or moons. Or the dead.It is a caféafter all and contains many types of patrons.  They look atthe inhabitants therein and wonder.Can I belike them?Do I care? I’d like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2034945/ It is just a story no one will read. It is not a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2034218/ Everything counts in large amounts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2034010/ Love takes many forms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2034007/ Wrote this after reading someone else idea. I do not remember who it was. It was an anime idea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2033775/ Herms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2033539/ Poem. Wrote this in response to an other's poem. They had a different title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2032708/ Poop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2031908/ A short poem about meeting new and interesting people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2031895/ I am of the dead.  I see the stony passers. I eat ofthem. I see the needy and I take them downin huge mouthfuls.What care I for the sins of theworld? What care I for the sins life commits? You breathe in acarnivorous universe. This mirror world you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2031307/ Not sure yet. Wrote this in reply to Ginny's poem. Meh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2030982/ What do theundead really wish? Or A Zombie’strue intent? -- (I love you so much I have to eat you?) The undeadgirl looked at Thomas and she closed her mouth. Her head tilted and her white cloudedblue eyes blinked. He looked ather. “I’m sorry,&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2030979/ The mortar isdried and I smile as I sip my glass of Amantillado.I look at thedried bricks and smile very soft. So sorry, Fortunato.Has God found favor with you? For your sake have youfound heaven?Wondering whathe looked like now I tip the glass to the last brick I place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2029636/ I reply to him by looking in the mirror.I see his vain face looking at my a*s and sizing me up and down. Fool I think as I stare into my own eyes. You have no idea.The horror of my real true self I could show you.My knives and hooks are hidden from the mirror view You silly boy, you can never r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2029376/ Story about kids and dogs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2028508/ A Parallel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2028092/ It is about a black corvette. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jack0Lain/2027459/