http://slow.writerscafe.org/tachana The original writings of author Natacha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016641 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Low life..sitting in bed... As I am laying out all of my plans .for a calendar year...still marked the times and dates in red ...circling priorities but ripping out the pagesof each month insteadanother load of...' duties and dreams to  sort through and&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/338122/ About Paris http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/303672/ Part of an old Poem-"-The hardest Poems for me to write are about loss,about my Mom ..it never fully..connects for me", as it is such a hard subject...but this touches on a strong bond..we had and to appreciate the time we have to enjoy what http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/303573/ DreamI dream of a crimson Tahitian sunof warm sand falling upon my skin-- like an unknown wishunraveling like stardustI dream of the country stars and twilightI awaken to the blazing sunI move to the city beat.I sleep by the moons shadowI am hungry to taste the feast of life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302609/ Sensuality is a snake..Sensuality is a snaker>she weaves in and slithersshe pauses.....demurely ,momentarilyshe arises like mystery itself..unknown to you,seeking you..her presence undulatingher destination followed...by her tongue..slowly,swiftly,savoring,hissing...her b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302608/ Starving Artists..Starving Artists should be pleasantly fullyet they are still waiting to be fed..They silently eat the words when their egos are being chewed out instead..they want more than the last morsel,small bitemore than the last piece of bread ..They are not leftovers nor han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302604/ Ode to our magical butterflySmiling wings as you danced and fluttered..Grace was your songas we heard you blossom and singWe had ridden on the journeyroaming grace --gliding on your wing as we circle the beauty you had tracedyou wore an orange marmalade sun kissed coatWe floate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302603/ Jazz Soul --- My blues soliloquy I dream in color..My soul harmonizes in bluesy melodic jazz notes ...thesax solo sighs somberly....lee ,Dee ,Dee, DA Dee ..My voice cries out in melancholy ..tones and paintsshades of turquoise and midnight sky huesThe notes  fluidlike the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302601/ The burbsIn the burbs....I play on theperfected lawns..I sleep in" Hidden Park"I drink in the warm sunfar from my urban ...playground that I used to lose myself inin the burbs...I seek....my destinationleading me nowhere ..a map that leads me to the same street...;(... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302592/ No one likes Rejection I am getting a bit healthier with that as I relize this world you need to sell maybe the fact that I cannot sell or don't fit a type is a blessingAn old Poem I found called " Rejection"RejectionRejection moves like watergallantlyin motion,fearlesslyThe waves ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302569/ She's so unusual  Just an ordinary taleattached to an ordinary face .She sees herselfand hears her silent grace,-disgrace..She climbs outside the boxthe edges folded,stored away.Once wrapped up neatly like a used up old cliche And they say ,she's so unusual... And all the passer-by'sas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302568/ This was about my journey of working in Manhattan and living in a small town ..away from all of that called Harrison or east newark ,new jersey for several years... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tachana/302565/