http://slow.writerscafe.org/Eve The original writings of author Eve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105031 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Victor was playing his last song of the evening at Aruba's by the beach. His fingers knew every note but his mind and heart were wandering elsewhere tonight. He couldn't stop thinking about that night he spent with Cara; walking on the pier, watching the ocean together, holding her in his arms on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/228940/ I've been writing for quite a while;a couple years now tentatively, at first, afraidof what readers might think my early verses were very short;after more & more, the poems got longer even penned a few short stories!and something new I've noticed lately&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/228012/ Night is a pillow,a quilt of stars a songbird softlysinging nocturne an exhalation,glass of red wine porch swing,a sigh. Slow romantic dance,a meditation a chalkboard forthe constellations a hug,a lullaby. Night isa sac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/227999/ Good news;a very encouraging phone call! then the telephone rings again,a short time later this one, a negative call; Jeez,did they have to rain on the parade immediately? the party was just gettin' started! well, there'll be dancing in this street nonethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/226354/ Can't the gardens be my friend?graceful trees, comforting, peaceful;the flowers bright and cheery Birds that fly just below the blue sky;cooing doves, the water, the woods? (and chirping children of the neighborhood,fraternal with the downy ducklings) Naturally h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/226295/ The earth is my omnipresent inspiration,no matter what may happenNo matter how many times I see the carmine hibiscus flowerBlue-black boat-tailed grackles swoop down to nibble crumbs from the ground.No matter how many times we walk beneath tall pines or see the golden silk spider.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/225294/ Painful; this world starts to seem too difficult for words, but, thank God, it's worth it.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/223182/ I sit atop the hill;watch time standing still,jade leaves drift by Lemon green light,brilliant dark,malachite butterflies Flat grass blending withblack raspberry lake,suspended Pretty turquoise clouds;I sit on the crest of a current amidst a loving triang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/222961/ Magic dust;easy to brush and apply Turn the bottle upside down;see shiny sprinkles beginto touch the opacity. With my bottle of gold glitter paint,I can dance through the dayslighting life with radiance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/216918/ In fact, nothing morethan sparse lines etchedinto surface of clay Yet one may discernlove at play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eve/215379/