http://slow.writerscafe.org/bestboy45 The original writings of author J.P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776097968 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A person I know died yesterday. I really didn't want to write. The act seems so inconsequential, what I have to say. But, I did it anyway. That's the point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849859/ Pack upall my s**tSaygoodbye to the dedicated ladies who are still at school on a Friday afternoonDrivehomeKiss mywifeTakeoff socksAaaahhhhhh….Grab ahat, flip flops, and yard equipmentPrepareto do battle with crabgrass, plantain, and purslaneWave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849758/ nick’name’(-nam’), n. 1. A name given in derision or sportive familiarity. 2. A familiardiminutive name. Neitheryou nor I can pick ‘em.Theymust be given.There’sa story behind each one.Newfather, 2 in the morning, trying to soothe new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849722/ Jack (has a snort of port): AnythingErnest: What?Jack: I said, Anything!Ernest (takes a sip of his whiskey): OK, I'll play. A thing, an emphasis, a range.Jack: Mountain?Ernest: SilvrettaJack: God?Ernest: XXXJack (another snort): Jazz?Ernest (a second sip): YesJack: Cat?Ernest: Of courseJack: Women?E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849501/ There’s Jake Spooner, the Bulli,Australia regular foot, and Ryan Spooner, Left shot, Ottawaborn centreman playing the name game. It’s the same thing.Al Merrick shapes & surfs.Wayne Merrick shoots &passes.Alex Tuch with the puck!JA loves JFA.I al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849492/ Dear Tina,I love your burritos.They are simple and cheap.You provide a commoner's touch to our pretentious world.You satisfy my wallet, my stomach, my soul.I know you're not racist.You partner well with an IPA, a frosty Miller Lite, or an icy cold glass of milk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849481/ You come to me with an excited ease.On a windswept breeze, on sunny afternoonsUnder the sun's bright lightOr during the night, amid the moon's cool light.I've awakened in fright, unaware of my surroundings.But, I see your face and I feel safe in your warm and loving embrace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849375/ My son's best friendhas met his end.Drew is fixing his tie.Genuine smiles & a gleam in their eyes...If I stare at this f*****g picture long enough, I'll cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849374/ The sign read,PULL HARDDOOR STICKSSo, I pulled HARD,but the door did not stick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849305/ MyValentineEats MarshmallowJelloShotsUnderNeathPlanet XVANS VANS VANSMismatched socksand a pair of ConsBackpacks strewnacross the lawnTalking HeadsTake me to the riverSun beats downWind the leaves of the trees http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849302/ The moon is full and bright and so much prettier than the lights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849301/ The rose stared at the sun;and wondered why she wasn't the only one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849300/ Trees stand at attention in the breathless darkness.Crickets sing songs of solitude. The world is wiped clean.Artists at the ready, their minds breathing heavy.Daylight beckons...Sunrise sparkles upon the summer poets, as the travelers of the sun scatter all along the breaking dawn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849299/ I see the beautiful, shining sunthroughdirty, factory windows.I have tobe here, my dear.I sleptlike s**t.Woke upfor work…hungovertiredweakoverweightand out of shape.I hold myhead in my left hand.I’ve gotno love to give.I gave it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bestboy45/2849288/