http://slow.writerscafe.org/April%20Child The original writings of author April Child en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972832 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1949974/ Like bookendssat in comfortable silencenestled amongst biographiesbursting with storiesamusing andnot so amusingthat map livesforever entwinedin friendshipstoic and resilient as terracotta warriorsuntil they crumble to dust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1868481/ Each time i allowmy mind to drift inretrospect, regretsgather like starlingsin the dusk sky.Memories tainted rosetake their own shapeand imaginationruns amok leaving wagging fingersin its wake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1680788/ Something un-discernablejust beyond my mind’s eyea feeling I can’t quite placemeanders, ethereal asearly morning mistswirling through woodsdelicate as ink onancient parchmentwritten with reedby a chinese monkbeautiful in the way only sadness ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1642883/ A Love Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1581628/ I’m driving my carthe roof is downsun’s tanning my faceas I listen to a song from the jungle book.Life feels goodTurning a cornerI notice a bag ladypushing a shopping cartwell, more trying to get the wheels to mount the pavementunder the weight of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1581623/ There's a bench at the side of the roadright across the streetfrom my houseI saw a couple sitting there todayinnocently chattingunder the shade ofthe cherry treestaking respitefrom the searing heatof this sunny June day.Middle aged, or olderI'm not sure what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1565829/ The pleasing sound ofcutlery clink chink on plates.Undulating voices springspirals of cheerful chatter.  We smile, swallow and chewuntil purple prandial fogdescends us intoserene satiety.Without warningan almighty blastexplodes in our ears.Confusing in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1346376/ Sun on the sea’s surfaceshimmering like the love in my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1330344/ Eye to eyewe lieblinkingso close our lines blurbreathing,nonot breathing,inhalingthe scent of the other.Our lips press togetherand like a drowning mana lifetime flashes in front of my eyesdeja vu tornadoa million zillion pictures rushinglike magazine pages&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1102612/ A senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1043244/ I opened my front door to findpink rose petals strewn in thehallway.  As if the universeblew them in under the doorto let me know that love is onits way... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1039293/ I haven't been to Rome though my heart's there now, riding around in awhite Fiat 500, drapedin a garland of daisies,beeping the hornwhile "Amore" blastsfrom the stereo andout through the opensunroof onto crowded piazzas where pavementdiners look up, smileand ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/1024781/ It’s just a kisson a text message.It doesn’t meananythinglike..I can’t get you outof my head,I’m having weird daydreamsabout “us”,I’ve gotbutterflies andmy butterflies havegot bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/952661/ I got  a massage from a blind man today.He began with a  burp,no "pardon me", "oh goodness I am sorry"just a blatant belch.They do that in China.Singapore too it seems.I jumpedin much the same waymy dog looks at herown arse when she farts out loud t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/945612/ A walk on the beach.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/945224/ Somewhere warm,outside underdancing lights andcolour changing trees,hazel eyes met andthe rest of the worldbecame blurred,shot out of focusas pounding pulsesmatched beatsand eyes and limbslocked as surely asif little ropes hadbeen thrown from themto lassoo us together... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/781521/ When we were kidsyou liked lemonade andcheese and onion crispswhile I liked coca cola andsalt and vinegar.Not much has changed huh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/764765/ So many ways to say something…email, text, phone,smoke signals,jungle drums,a note sent bycarrier pidgeon.The phone that didn't ring, keptme awake all night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/742697/ Musings of a flight attendant.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/730721/ It's old, no-one left me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/585837/ wabi sabi is the art of impermanence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/580594/ I see them them comefrom all directionsblack dots trickleinto a tideI want to stand in frontpush them awayshout “stop”“no, don’t come”“it’s a mistake”“he’s not dead” but still t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/575060/ Feel like I’ve had my upper lip waxed except its not my moustache you ripped off it’smy smile.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/574355/ Somewhere in a field of Bluebells. Tattooed shoulders rise from purple pool,brown eyes gaze up at me,reclined in goddess fashion  on a large orange mushroom. “Will you?” Flowers, ferns andtrees freeze and even the po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/572933/ Thunder rumbles, steamy rain showers,air clings thickand sticky. Music drifts in above the storm,fresh as an incoming tide,washes overmy feet, licks up my body til I am engulfed in yourbi-polar beats. Feathery notes blow i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/572929/ random jottings from an open mic/poetry evening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/555598/ Stand back, take in the full measure of my mountainous resolve. Trace it’s craggysurface, let fingers cram fistfuls of fireflies in cracks and crevices, breath disturb spindrift. Abseil mywavering will,creep, clamber,weave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/535278/ You took me on thekitchen counter, precisely placed lime green cushionproviding protectionfrom cold white tiles,back pressed againstwarm, whirry, alsowhite boiler. My leftleg cramped, youhelped me down frommy perch, turned meand rammed frombehi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/529287/ Sometimes when I’m lying in bedI cry and cry until the bed seems tofloat.I wish I could poke my foot out fromunder the covers, reach the wall, giveita push and set myself adrift from all mymistakes, sail this black sea to a land ofsecond chances where someo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/529264/ I knew it was lovewhen I found myselfin the closetsniffing your coat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/529129/ Up in the attic, somewhere between ared retro soda siphon andbrown leather samsonitethat’s stood the test of time,I recline on leather wingback chair,colour matched to suitcase, andwatch you sift through vinyl,fingers deftly flicking coverstwo rows at a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/523694/ Someone asked me about the "little things"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/521838/ It's not about sex, it's far more complicated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/482287/ Two coffee cups siton the dashboard,exactly as we leftthem days ago, redcorrugated cardboardironically decorated withwhite frosted hearts.Car seats still reclined,echoes of emotionselicted,  during andmaybe due to theillicitness of the occasion,can’t find harmony.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/481229/ Good days and bad days, sigh... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/462519/ A single candle burns,flame stutters andrights itself asI enter the room.All is still, just thefaint sound ofelectricity humming. And you, at rest,quiet.  Never seenyou so quiet, so still.Quite eerie. Ihang back, halfexpecting you to situp, say “boo”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/458812/  Half sat, mostly sprawledacross the big white bed inroom 3042, of a grand hotelin Bangalore. My mobile rings.I know before answering it’sone of those calls that defineslife into ‘before’ and ‘after’,so hesitate as long aspossible in ‘before&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/455271/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/435206/ Rhythmic rainpounds on roof,eye to eye intongue and groove,lying still,  shallow breath,smoky fingersrun through hairmusic whispersin my ear. Isubmit topurple haze.  Through closed lidsI watch you.Lithe and limberlike a panthercircle, slowlyc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/431910/ "you've got snail" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/405289/ A birthday tribute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/390260/ Desire borne out of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/387966/ I hear  your wordsbut they don’t matter to me.My dad is dyingand the fact thatyou think I aminterested inwhether drugsshould be legalizedjust annoys me. This morning I went to the shop,in my pajama’s,to buy a fresh loaf.Made toast, coffee,put som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/385712/   I watch as youselect a shirt and suitfrom your carefullyordered wardrobe,and imagine youat the officegoing aboutdaily things. Who would knowbeneath thesmart attire,your skin carriesresidue ofour sweat, oiland secretionsfrom last night. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/379018/ Warm the pot and cupwith hot water.Place tea intothe pot, add freshlyboiled waterallow to draw. Stare wistfully outthe kitchen windowrecalling howit was the other dayas you showed methe precision ofyour tea making ritual,not long after weshared another moreprimal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/369628/ Sitting in bed,drinking coffee,looking at your flowers. Eating bed,drinking flowers,looking at coffee. Drinking in bedeating coffee,while the flowers watch. Sitting in coffee,looking at bed,eating flowers. However you look,it makes no s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/369340/ Memoriesfloat upfrom thewreckage ofus and boblike flotsamin my streamof consciousness. I like to thinksomewhere in aparallel universeI stillwake upwith you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/369338/ My short term memoryis not what it used to beI don’t rememberdetails, such as whatI had for breakfast yesterdayor the name of the actorin that show, you know theone, he’s married towhat’s her name But I do remember howthe sides of your mouthcrease into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/369337/ It was just a day like any other,Monday 3rd of November.I took the train to Brightonand there, at the station,your eyes, face, mouth. Something unknowableenveloped us as ourinternal computerscompared DNA andwe were caughtin a flurry ofimperceptible code. My old .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/April-Child/369311/