http://slow.writerscafe.org/FlatDaddy The original writings of author FlatDaddy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925763 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 love on the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3129434/ Me and my cat in the morning. Pic by me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3128070/ A boyhood adventure in Waco, Texas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3127768/ One Most Important Thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3127293/ A look back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3124047/ Renee Nicole Good was shot to death today in Minneapolis by ICE. This quickly written poem is for her, and some subtle changes made a few hours later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3123384/ I have been tremendously affected by a poem written by another Writers' Cafe member. I think more people should know of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3122604/ It's a time-old question. Exactly what IS in a name, anyway? It's time we answered that question. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3121992/ Self Reflectory -- the season, closing of the year, and age have weighed heavily on me this year, it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3121931/ A Cry for justice and the rule of law. Image slightly altered by FlatDaddy to more closely match reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3120773/ Just a little something to give my part of the site a little French flavor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3119962/ Some things just cannot be forgiven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3119854/ A memo of sorts, about getting older http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/3119669/ Life growing up with and without http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2959055/ Okay, this is crude poetry. Not just in content, but in construction. I apologize for that. Perhaps I should have taken more time with it. But here it is anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2958673/ This is not a poem,but you might look at it that way. I went to the "Resist the Trump Takeover" protest yesterday, 8/16 at the Texas Capitol. People carried signs. Mine was a foldover, 2 parter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2958038/ At last The Secret is told. I thank all of you for sticking through this. It has been a journey of love for me, and frankly, I'm damned proud of it. I hope you enjoy it. And if you don't well, dang! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2955313/ Well, Tex and Blae have finally made their way into the camp of Blae-Loks people. And now the adventure truly begins. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954979/ The continuing adventures of Tex and his very strange friends. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954672/ A continuation of the FABULOUS story of Tex and Bla-Lok and all his friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954667/     The Secret_____________________________________________________Chapter One We used to live on a big farm in the country, and ,,, okay, it was a double-wide, but it was a BIG one, and we had a pretty big yard, a damn BIG yard, and nobody lived too close to us, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954663/ An introduction to the impetus for this story, the truth of this book's birth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954658/ A story of two unusual characters and a secret vast enough to rock our nation. A comedy filled with people and things you have never seen before and ones you have -- but in ways that may astound you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954657/ We've seen these people populating our pages. Some are sincere but just don't know better. This is not for them. Some are fools who fool themselves into thinking this is easy work. It's not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2954104/ Frankly, I'm not sure why I wrote this, not what drove it to occupy my head this morning. Insecurity, I think. Fear of failure maybe? Ya got me. If you can figure it out, please tell me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2953338/ A wet darkness found me today. I shook my head violently and wrote it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2952085/ The struggle to exist and KNOW we exist; but still we must swim in treacherous waters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2950312/ A small child discovers that things between brothers don't always run smoothly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2949265/ Another performance piece. A small child shares his problem -- and a solution -- with a new, small friend. A stage play, more of a monologue, really, as it has just one character. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2949199/ A Tall Tale of how true friendship really does last forever -- deep in the American Southwestern desert. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2949111/ A short story/performance piece which I have performed for children and adults alike to smiles and laughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2948815/ A song to the tune of an old Tom Lehrer song, "The Vatican Rag." Oh, come on, I didn't steal anything! I didn't record it or sing it on the radio. It was just a hoot that suddenly appeared in my brain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2948793/ A story as long as the road -- not in actual length, of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2948792/ Dedicated to Jack Kerouac, bless him, gone way too soon. Read this with a beat and speed up a little at the end. Yeah! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/2948781/ A monologue, delivered by a man who has just lost his best friend. A deep, dark story of horror and loss. Not for the young ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/864568/ A monologue, told by a wizened, grizzly old timer from the Southwest US, as he would speak. Imagine yourself in the desert; you see a slighty dirty, disheveled old man bent with age but spry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/845395/ The green-eyed man, a twenty-something no one, seemed dangerously intense as he watched the beautiful young woman dressed in pink. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/845157/ Do you want to take a survey? Well, how about listening to an opinion poll -- these are the things that I'd like to have in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/844437/ I wrote this for of my daughter-to-be, read at a gathering in her honor at a downtown Austin music, poetry and theater venue, attended by and starring many of Austin's finest musicians some years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/843268/ Family is so important to us all, perhaps even more so when they are not there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/840454/ Ever wonder why those blue haired ladies driving monstrous cars down the highway never seem to collide with anyone? Here's the answer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/840229/ Sometimes pain itself is a disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/840062/ An erotic encounter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FlatDaddy/839811/ Another performance piece; it's all about the money, Jack. 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