http://slow.writerscafe.org/jls1021 The original writings of author JayElle Ess en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776210938 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the forsythias did not forget to bloom.the birds, at 5 am, are still chirping.the church bells ring on cue.cars still run,doors still slam.the cold, wet mornings are gradually warming,as if nothing has changed.the sky still darkens,the moon replaces the sun,the daylight returns.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jls1021/823533/ i spitcracked enamel,decaying dentin, an amalgam of mercuryinto my handsscrapeshards of porcelain,crumbling teethfrom my tongueextract molars wholefrom their rooted placetastethe copper of my bloodtracemy now hollow gums,methodically,routinelyin dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jls1021/823529/ When the birds arrived,there was confusion, noise,the flapping of wings, the inexplicable urgency of movement,of scurrying in and out. always working, always moving. Soon,there were babies; chirping from the bathroom at 5am. Wondering from our bedroom what to do.What could we do? Should we do?For da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jls1021/823528/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jls1021/823526/