http://slow.writerscafe.org/susannaf The original writings of author Susanna F en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028667 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When an interdimensional rift is accidentally created, Earth is changed forever. Humanity is no longer the only intelligent species here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/2105082/ On a far world of folk with powerful gifts, even an ideal society can fall prey to corruption. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/2105080/ I just need to pretend for a while that I have a friend to talk to. My best friend, my husband, doesn't like me, love me, or want to be around me. We talked about how we feel and we heard what each other said, but he feels wronged and I feel wronged, and I don't know how to fix every mistake and sli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1798753/ What's it like...To be pretty happy with your life,To have no regrets,To look forward with hope,To laugh at youthful mistakes?What's it like...To live each day new,Not feeling fear and dread,Not knowing that you will never haveEnough to do more than scratch by?What's it like...To believe that your c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1798123/ From English to Latin, Hebrew, Norwegian and back to English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1693194/ Free Writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1494174/ November 19, 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1460411/ Free Writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1460288/ Just some thoughts since I'm expecting my second child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1061132/ This is not easy to do - still working on it. Based on a real dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1036512/ Just found this - I wrote it during the Gladiator Fire evacuation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1034137/ Just holding on until it passesUntil the next one comesIt doesn't matter how I fightSeems it will never end.At the pinnacle of joy I'll crash againHours from recovery I relapse againNever to enjoy this brief mortal phaseJust surviving by my nailsTrying not to screamAnd when it all makes senseAnd I'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1008079/ Where once the bloom of joy and funLit thy cheeks and sparkling eyesA pallor has fallen, blanching allAs the thin brume fades the skies. A changeling you may be perhapsThese fifteen years taken hence Or it may be a malignant ennuiCaused by some deep offence. Your words became so few a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/1000363/ My memoirs of the last few weeks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/982751/ I'm not sure this is a poem, but it's not a story. It's true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/982696/ For my married friend whose wife is making his life a living hell - to his wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/964390/ Ever had the feeling someone was keeping you safe? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/959185/ 3/29/12 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/952249/ An analysis of the emotional turmoil of a depressive/anxiety attack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/916770/ I am a fire snake - this is what that means. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/910067/ For my love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/908633/ Just a feeling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/907050/ From the viewpoint of one who lives in both worlds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/903127/ There was no compass on the bounding main No North Star for my heartNo hope for my ghosting craftExiled from safe harborI slipped my moorings and strayedJudged wanting by my captainsThe mate who I thought knew meGave me up for sunk in my own stormRight and wrong a shifting, hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/844278/ Written 1994 - part of the evolution of The Hills Where I Go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/829619/ Age 17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/829599/ Another oldie; this one was published in 1996, California City Post. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/829590/ Another oldie, 1995 About the Mojave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/829579/ A sickening and vicious kick to my stomachIs how the news feelsThe most important man in my lifeWho has loved my since before I was bornWill never hug me againWill never smile or laugh or tweak my noseI didn't know the cheerful goodbyeLast weekend was going to be our lastI'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/828516/ One of the few love poems from my teens fit to be read. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823109/ To a former co-worker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823095/ I look the other wayTo no one do I clingSmooth, hard musclesJust aren’t my thing. I’m still in controlI refuse to see.Powerful armsJust don’t interest me. My heart is my ownI will never confessThough you smell like heavenI could not care less.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823093/ Soft, sweet, balmy summer daysRich with green and bright with goldShaded leaves and sunny fieldsGone for now the bitter cold. Stand with face up, arms outstretchedFeel the heat within your bonesSmell the blossoms, hear the songsOf feathered friends with dulcet tones. Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823084/ For a friend who was obviously falling in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823077/ To Sean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/823064/ Butterfly, fly from hereFlee from the netWarm breezes await youThe day’s not gone yet. Quickly you slip the snareEluding sure deathInto a clear blue skyBy a wing’s breadth. To your lost garden goMaking all hasteAmong the flowers hideSweet nectar you&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/818886/ Is it too much to askFor a word of explanation?What use are your hugs and kissesWhen I don’t know what went wrong? Can you defend a temperSo often overusedThough I would never mistreat you?Though I have never mistreated you? It’s not me you’re angry at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/818882/ By a trick of the moonlight it seemedYou were nearer the sky than the earthAs the pale silver ‘round you gleamedI shared the laughter of your mirth. When it seemed your attention had strayedAgain our eyes met and heldFor my boldness a price would be paidBut the hope in me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/818868/ A contest asked for a story about a day in the writer's life. This became longer than I expected and I missed the deadline. Weird writing about myself in third person! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/816756/ Magpie, my dear friendBlack and white so deftly spunCan you tell me whyGood and evil live as one? Please explain to meWhy cruel dwells in the goodWhy those I thought were kindDo things they never should. Please tell me why my heartCan be so hurt and tornCausing my o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/815647/ About a dragon I dreamed of once. I have used this as a screen name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/815644/ To Sean, in my darkest hour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/815308/ Written October, 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/813657/ Written on a particularly hopeless day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/813649/ From the place beyond description -The Otherworld below and above and around you,Where I was more than a phantomOf a life once rich with physicality,I emerge slowly, a mist. The annual memory of sensesTakes my essence by surprise and rushesUpon me in the silvered light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/813638/ An older one I recently edited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/810127/ My childhood growing up in the Mojave Desert. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/809349/ Lara opens the book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/804481/ For all of us who face the unthinkable right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/801033/ Part Three of Marionetta's Dance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/susannaf/792382/