http://slow.writerscafe.org/RainQueen22 The original writings of author RainQueen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As the Zolpidem and ethanol race furiously to bring the blissful not-knowing streaming before my unseeing eyes, the fingers skitter bravely to spill the darkness that wells, that spews. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/995454/ I think I glimpsed you today - A flash, a glimmer, the faintest whisperThe most fleeting of phantasms.I saw your vanity, your despairI saw your passion, your pain.I saw the soaring sights you setThe blind determination as you missed it time and time again.I saw your crude nobility, your honestyThe k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/964376/ My PrettiesYou glimmer-whirl, shimmer-twirl all about me.A teasing coalescence here and there.A glimpse, fleetingfleeingfrom me.I watch in wonder as the Gods and Goddesses pluck youtuck youmold you into majestyAthena, whipping you about with the merest flick, into a wondrous glittering creation - Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/954260/ Ah - Wouldn't it be nice to have the body and mind sync for Once???? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/944114/ The little boy stares longingly at the shiny toy, waaaay high on the very top shelf.  It sits there, tantalizing, shiny, new.  It beckons to him, almost.It's just beautiful to him.  All of his friends want one.  If he had that toy...he would be the coolest kid at school, no conte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/938788/ SheI opens her eyes and stretches luxuriously, delicious soreness in odd places.  Glances over at him with a lazy glint of a half-smile."You all right there, Sonny?"He laughs a little, punches her on her naked, sweaty shoulder, and says, "Quit it with the Sonny s**t.  Yeah, I'm OK.""I dunn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/935283/ Valentine's Day stirs up PTSD from the married days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/919197/ Winter mornings come far too soonNo light caressing my faceInstead, a strident shriekingA plunge into the rat race.Reluctantly, I rouse myself,Peering blearily aroundAnd spy you curled up in my bed,Blanket-buried, a small, still mound.What nightmares haunted you last night?To make you creep in here?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/905795/ Winter creeps in silentlyIce shards snake through the greywhite landscapeBoughs sigh under the clinging crystalEven breath hangs suspended, minuscule droplets hovering At first, I recoil at the onslaught of frigid windCringing, huddling, seeking the glow of warmth, a tiny flame.But then  - The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/900254/ I balance…I tiptoe tread across that razor wire.Feet sliding,  slipslick redI grow so unutterably wearyOh God, for a place to rest my head. I clench my long bar tightlyClammy hands weeping sweat.Not allowing my gaze to lowerFor there is no saf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/897234/ Here I am.  The preppy middle-aged blonde, Expensive purse, clogs, jacket - I buy quality, even though I get it from the Thrift store - striding through the depths of the hood, arms swinging, eyes straight ahead.How did I get here?Sit back kids, Mama's got a little story for you...Divorce happe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/895167/ He shook his head, headlines screeching, and said "The world is going to Hell.""Which part?""Just...All of it."This is a brilliant man, one I respect deeply, and he's absolutely right.A few years ago, the brilliant orator spoke of hope, preached change.  Our hearts soared, and we lapped it up.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/889474/ It's strange - Some snapshot memories never go sepia-toned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/888069/ My Grandparents - This is what I think of when I imagine love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/884520/ I stare bemusedAs Charybdis swirls before me.Slyly beckoning,A seductive entreaty.Your image ripples,siren call,Words silken-soft,an auditory caress.Inside the churning waters,I imagine I see strong arms,A true heart.A place, finally, where I can lay my head and rest.I am so tired...Slowly, inexorab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/881129/ This is an attempt to write in another voice - about a dream I just can't seem to shake, no matter how many times I wake up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/870484/ Who is she?That woman - standing arms akimbo,Glittering eyes opaque - Talons extended, poised...Her lips twist into a cold grin,an ice smile,words dripping poison spill from the bloodied lipsdaggers hiss from the mirror eyes.Her aim is unerring, the blades razors.She slashes and chuckles softly as t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/863902/ I peer through the window - hazy, rippled glass.and I see two images.The first is a woman and a man.They sit side by side.Not speakingbut their hands touch lightly.an occasional glance, a nodSpeaking volumesYears stretch behind themYears where he held her as she criedYears where she stood beside him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/861275/ His voice was rock-steady.  Determinedly businesslike.  Making practical arrangements, rehearsed and clear.Then he said, "What would you do?  Am I doing the right thing?  Please.  As a friend.  Is this the right thing to do?"And the bitter, salty floods came.  Word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/846280/ Do you see me here?Skittering on the outskirts of your mind?Of your bitter/sweet soul?Pouncing gently when you bare your alabaster neck, Your redblood spirit pulsing so temptingly there -Rivers of pain, joy, beauty, experience to be tasted, savored...Bits of your glimmering light,Tastes of your agon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/845411/ We crept into Your house tonight - A ragtag family of prodigals.  Hair unkempt, frayed clothes, unmatched shoes.  There was no room for us in the narthex,  Of course.  Being prodigals, we did not observe the unwritten  rule that Midnight Mass begins at eleven PM sharp  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/845098/ Do you know that I love you? Do you know that, when you sob, I scream inside, spray bitter tears all the way home? Do you realize that when I see your face fall, implode, with the news no one should ever, ever have to hear, that I feel the echo of that iron fist in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/844234/ Not really a story. Not fiction this time. Apologies for errors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/842685/ Can't catch me - I'm the Gingerbread Girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/840545/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/840495/ An attempt to see things from another set of eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/840107/ Don't let the name fool you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/839450/ Ranting in Rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/838246/ He's real and he's imaginary. He's teaching me to hold on loosely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/837187/ This is the last part of "Amber," "Sliding," "Falling," "Shattered." Or perhaps, the beginning of something so much better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/836657/ This is a continuation of "Amber," "Sliding," and "Falling." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/836561/ This is the third part of "Amber" and "Sliding." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/836521/ This is a continuation of the story "Amber" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/833206/ This is a story about an elderly couple who made a far greater difference in my life than they ever could have imagined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/832899/ It's a soap-bubble of a day. Iridescent, floating. Wafted to the loftiest heights by a gentle breath Bursting  Then, disappearing With the barest tap I'm inside it. I peer through the shimmer. I wince, shudder as objects dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/832110/ This is the beginning of a story about a woman waking up. Maybe the end of innocence, maybe the beginning of wisdom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/831902/ An ordinary walk can sear itself into the memory sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/831147/ This was a bad day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/830452/ I meant to write about the place that I could hold in my mind when the flatiron of anxiety settles on my chest. This is what came out instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RainQueen22/829271/