http://slow.writerscafe.org/17InFront The original writings of author Amy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013029 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  the rose in my hand so fragilebeing careful not to prick my fingers as Imarvel at the lightest pink I’ve ever seen the bloom wide open and fragrantthe scent permeates the air and reminds me of somethingit’s one of those sensory things with mea scent can take me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/211585/ Little boy.Innocent, naive.Trusting and bold.Full of absolute glee.Asleep, precious.Snoring, but preciousjust the same.Awake, so full of life.Limited, but life just the same.Trains. You sure love trains.Trains when you dream,trains when you wake.You sure love your trains.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/210785/ Candles.Flickering in the moonlightThe breeze reminds me of a timeand I can't put my finger on it.Waiting.For someone I don't knowNot sure when they're comingBut I'll be here when they do.Watching.For a sign to let me knowWhat I need to know.Wanting.Everything I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/210784/ I’m sitting in my dreary hotel room in Podunk, Virginia.I can never seem to get that thermostat under the window to blow the right temperature. It’s either too damned hot, or too damned cold. It reminds me of my life.It’s either crazy a*s stress or dragging waiting for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/177194/ Come here little girl, I need to talk to you.No, I need to talk AT you.With our age gap, there’s probably not much of an exchange of meaningful banter about to happen. Look over there (pointing), see that street sign? (nodding)See what it says? (more nodding) It says ONE WAY.B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/170990/ After the sentence was read, the courtroom exploded with reporters calling their editors, or keys snapping on their laptops. Richard grabbed up his daughter Nell with tears in his eyes “It’s okay baby girl. It’s okay now.”His wife of five years, Jane, had just been fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/166792/ Staring at a blank pagewaiting for emotion to bubble up.Which one will come first?Anger? Frustration? Joy?I patiently wait for one to surface,and yet I feel dread.I don't want to face the negative.And I can't deal with the goodfor it's time is bittersweet.All of my silver linings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/161591/ Wrinkles. Tons of wrinkles...Needing ironing.I'm tired of ironing.Exhausted from the constantforce of crashing waves.Fighting, kicking, screaming,to stay afloat.Just keep my head above water.Just above. That's all I ask.My dreams are filled withwarm, white sanded beaches.But al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/161587/ What does a boy know of love?He knows not of loss,or grief, or sorrow.He can never feel theache of lonliness.That place beyond solitude.He knows of scouts andfraternities, loyalty wasted.Wasted. He remains.Teach them early lesttheir mothers' milkwill be spoiled...on them.What.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/161584/ sliding down the glassthe rain fallsinto my eyesmy smile gets dampenedand my tears blurthe page before mestreaks with ragefrom the smear. late '89 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/17InFront/158326/