http://slow.writerscafe.org/glorry The original writings of author Joseph LaBarge en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029514 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Anne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glorry/1282148/ It was 5am when jack heard a knocking at the door. It wasJake. Jake was very upset Jake proceeded to tell Jack about the events of theevening how the group was doomed, how Jake was really as it turned out a spy,and Anna had left a few hours previous. Jack of course was not surprised. 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defense,no one ever said it could be this way."Choose" a side,black or white,wrong or right,just make a decision.and stick with it.was all they'd say.and never could it bedown the middle splitlike a moodalways thick and predeterminedby fate or fatalnever was it explainedthat there was a choice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glorry/793789/ How do you subjugate the human soul?Out put?In put?Love?Work?Sex?Money?What is it really worth?and to who?Some concept?some god?some idea of value?Or is it pound for pound, raw materialall soldall toldworth $7.50 on a bull market. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glorry/793780/ Its not styleor movementor even an attempt at being avaunt-guardno my grammar really is that badand my punctuation is atrociousso to answer your questionNOits not really a styleJust bad poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glorry/793776/ an attempt at confessional poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/glorry/793774/ The first official stop was acountry diner. Leo had no clue where they were. Of course they had been tryingto get to a diner. Jack didn’t seem to mind which diner it was, and the othersdidn’t seem to care. Leo cared. 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