http://slow.writerscafe.org/FranzMacKenzie The original writings of author Fransivan Writes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040006 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A letter (prose poem) of a mother to her dead child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2759613/ A poem about a mother losing her child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2759539/ A prose poem written during the peak of my seasonal depression, several years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2759537/ Beloved, I'm the one you left behind. And here is one of the million things I've written in loving memory of our love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2489707/ A haunting letter in a form of poetic prose, to commemorate all the selves we lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2489036/ A poem reeking of nostalgia. "Sweet Sorrow" is one of the poems from my first self-published poetry chapbook, "Out of the Woods" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2486702/ A prose poem about a someone missing her lover after a long time of being "sober" or "clean" from his presence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2469478/ A poem that encourages you to keep the faith in humanity especially in this time of pandemic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2469474/ an enigmatic poem left for the reader to ponder on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2469471/ A poem I've written for those who lost their mothers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2469470/  I was up even before the red fist of the sun unlatched, mourning you and my mother's rule even before morning   had the chance to arrive.  While the streetlamps still glowed this faint orange awning into the slumbering streets,  the ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468457/ A poem dedicated for someone who waited for a lover that never came back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468455/ A poem written in the point of view of someone who has lost her father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468233/ A poem about my anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468226/ A poem for this broken generation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468224/ A short story written in a poetic prose that tackles mental illness and the stigma that keeps people from reaching out for help. Click here for more: https://linktr.ee/fransivanmackenzie_ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468156/ A poem about accepting the harrowing and beautiful process of healing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468153/ A free-verse poem featuring two lovers gone cold in the time of pandemic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468150/ inspired by Blythe Baird's "Sad Girls Club" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468147/ A poem about my anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2468146/ It was before that embrace, I remember. Before that landmark of my childhood where every photograph of us featured me smiling at you, whether you knew or you didn't. A love loved in clandestine, at first. Its fragile not of an eggshell but that of a grenade. It was the month my phone first chimed wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2467931/ A love letter never sent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FranzMacKenzie/2467929/