http://slow.writerscafe.org/ragtack The original writings of author ragtack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057360 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The building the swingingof doorsmany labor herefor money and taste of bread Life and its gamesups and downscan wear on the soul or brighten the day SmilesPersonalitiesreflections of light dancing upon the walls Physical thera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1031035/ you are the step to my dream my wings flutter my dear stranger  Are you not tired of being alone have not seen the glow of my essence have you not heard my melody for I am able to give you simple things tenderness and complicity O look at me  For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1018209/   The breath of Octoberembraces thecountrysidethe bicycle tiresawaken the hornedtoadhe scurries from thetrail As I reach the gravelroadstop to taste thewaterupon my tongueI see a coyote in thedistancefinding comfortas I liste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1012181/  My LordIt was so long agoYet it feels like todayI can still smell the scent the ocean upon the breezeTaste and feel the mango upon my lips  in those days of war and bloodyettoo short to sweetheaven was under the starswe were no m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1012050/ Lip color pinkSoft, warmInviting like a peach hanging up on the treeThe first of the season Picked in the warmth noonday sun Quite The anticipationThe hope TantalizingThe fulfillment flattering in goldThe sweetness lingers .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1011050/  Sounds of time in a distant clutter of the dark night  my childrenthey laugh they crybut there lifedoes not touch mine the gale wind blowsbut for wherethe rain never fallsthe desert flowerdoesn't grow The cold wind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1010885/  For those who know the forging of metalpowered by the engineof human fleshthe rhythm of the wheelsthey can speak to the soulto the dancing of the mindpushing for its gold whether caught in the morning raysor in the fragrance of the evening lighte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1010519/   Well last Wednesday morning Itraveled down to the big city of Pueblo Colorado, to take a few pictures ofsome upholstery fabrics. By about one o'clock in the afternoon the building wasgetting quite warm, we decided to call it a day. In the process of loading thetruck, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1009156/   What is the movement, what is this time, shadows dancing inthis moment… of mine, glasses sparkling in moon dipped rhymes, I sit alone, forthe star is not mine, I long, for the oneness, as I stare at a imported glassof wine, for each breath, there is other, but sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/1000468/  Some fantasies of lifeseem to live on today like a hundred years ago may be more how many  sweet frog did you meet today eighteen did I find all of them looking like frogseach one is a princess each one hoping for her Princekiss them all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/999637/  Yellows and orangeslike a wall upon canyon ridgepillaring  smoke high into the night sky the Inferno of heat rush towards the housethe sweet ragdoll left behind now black ash upon the earth  water drops from eyes of a child .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/998346/ Won't buy a sweet rose the ocean beats on the shore the heart does knowthe gravemany sweet songs did it playbut only one did it hear that was the days of oldthe body does Trimblenotion of the sweet soillike a gift of lifetears dropfor it&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/998031/ The illusions transmit within the mindthe emptiness in the shadows of the short daysgold fading in movement of light yellows browns in the spectrum of bronzethe long shadows touching the breath of the nightFreefallFreefallinto the bitter cold nightto know the barren was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/996763/ The grass is greenthe flowers are growingas spring reaches outto touch the soulIt's a bubblegum morningthe cinnamon float's casting its beautyupon the airChocolate kissesInsaneare everywherefilling fillingOnce did I darethose eyesconsumingNow a tear passesfrom my ownNo moreto kiss .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/987762/  The elegance of the paintinga wicker horn basketfilled with fruits and vegetablessavored the taste dancing upon the eye's The water fountains flowingrestful the melodycomfort the movement to the mindwith its gentle touch The artists.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/984363/  The long shadows of the afternoonbring the melancholy wave of the winter daythe breath of silenceadds to the loneliness as the sun falls behind the mountain crest Dragging ambitiona deep frying pan and olive oila few pieces of sausage reaching i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/983971/ The Sun stretch forth its long arm into the valleywhere the pens hold the human breaththe wheels turn along the Arkansasthe humanness felt the loneliness within As the water rumble on its waythe lightning does flashlike dreams of yesterdayjust a loud burst of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/983960/  To know the lightblank these lines I writelike the heart oh the heartwith no breath at all empty armsjust can't find the warmth The fantasiesillusions growing coldher eyesthe warmth the painted lipsdisappearing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ragtack/983930/