http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tempt_Providence The original writings of author Mandie Malice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017873 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Vaguely inspired by the song "Connect the Dots" by the Spill Canvas, as well as some pretty bouyant feelings. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/321970/ A very prose-y poem, about the sanctity of feminine friendship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/312233/ I’ve come to the end of my rope.Grasped it between my fingers,Toyed with its rough, woven tendrils.Wound it about my neck in preparation.Hungering for hope, addicted to the thrill,Overdosed on the sensation – Queasy stomach, sweating, frazzled nerves.Shuddering under the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/300371/ A pantoum. Probably my first real foray into form poetry. It's not a -strict- pantoum, because it's not directly adherent to form, but I think it still qualifies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/300370/ This is sort of a rough beginning for something that was always meant to be more. I hope to one day soon be able to pick this bit of the bigger picture up and flesh it out some... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/279172/  Narcissus, she stared into her reflectionKohl-smudged eyes delving into the depths of perceptionWondering how she got this farHow all came to be. Never the prettiest of her ilk,She maintained an aire of loveliness nonethelessWith intelligence, wit, and unabashed honesty... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/152879/  He tied me to the moon.Took the strings of my heart, Bits of ephemeral soul normally kept guarded and safeAnd twisted and turned them,Fashioned them into a noose.This necktie of desire settled uponFair Luna’s throat tightening into place.Her weight being so much moreso .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tempt_Providence/152876/