http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlexJ88 The original writings of author Alex J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010910 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It’sa story being told inFrenchand I can’t make out thespecifics. A woman, abducted by the circusis crying. From what I understand,  throughthe sobs and drunken clowns isthat her father gave her two francs and shelostthem. He&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexJ88/2107509/ There’sa small party outside,inmy own yard I scraped clean andpulled up the yellow weedstomake room      for disbelief.Stars,the quiet deer, the approaching  discoveryof how even disappointment,likethe night, ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexJ88/2107018/ Iwas listening to Europelikethe old days when peasants would exceptafraid about the asterisk hoveringovertheir food        a starving    sentenceandwithout a pardon Ablanket over my head &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexJ88/2107017/ Idon’t know how to tell you what this littleexperimentmeans to me. How real it all seems.Yousay go on ahead up the path and count howmany fish you can see, I say can I take herwith me            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexJ88/2107015/