http://slow.writerscafe.org/under%20nashua The original writings of author under nashua en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776259730 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Maybe a rainy day turned to sunWet pavement was on the airCan’t quite rememberIt must have been summerNothing that day was routineExcept a parentless house Somehow three paths crossedIntersecting my split-level messAcross damp green shagYou smiled, so welcomingYou were always so toughSo intimi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814803/ tighter gears grindingsome rest for the wickedsubsurface thoughts bindingsome rest for the wickedfinding you, waitingsome rest for the wickedcalling you, baitingsome rest for the wickedwatching you sleepingsome rest for the wickedbent knees for you, beggingsome rest for the wickedon top of you grinn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814801/ Lost in the abyss, opportunistic blissfulnessStumbling mumbling spewing forth worthlessnessTrudge through the frailty with drunken agilityWith true aim of sharp pointlessness in everyone’s faces Just deliver your meaningless useless aggressionTo those more deserving of your worth and your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814398/ Though in her 40's, she runs across the platform with arms flailing, legs swinging wildly, and a huge grin on her face. She runs straight to this bear of a man that I see every day. She hugs him and tells him he looks great without any hesitation. I doubt any of the onlookers have that cavalier conf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814389/ I have seen this woman before, furiously scribbling in a notebook on the way to work. A lot of people revise documents or read briefings, carefully guarding content like a lovers note in 6th grade. But this woman is different. She has such a determined look in her eye as she carves the words into th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814388/ The days must meld togetherThe doldrums slackened boomNothing called across the windAggrieved and listless roomWatch bell never rung todayMore reason than not to stay belowDays of days stretch on for youAwaiting lights shine and winds blowBut sun and stars rise with youKeeping course until you&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814385/ Stroke of black on the still pageA tremble in responseA step outside the cage, however brief at least this once It could take a thousand strokesOr a thousand steps more til freeBut each its own importance feltTo release what lies beneathOne at a time, if once per dayTo trump the kodachrome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/under-nashua/814383/