http://slow.writerscafe.org/sloaneholt The original writings of author Sloane Holt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028678 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This winding river flows as ifTrying to find Its way in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1308065/ Yelling, shouting, auction cries.But clearly their functioning optic beliesTheir blindness to this tragedy,The truth of which is travesty.Humans on the auction block,Playing their hands, casting their lots.They're fools, they are, they think it's a stage.They're bright-eyed and smiling, despite thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1277477/ In this world of hustle and bustle, There's a universal dream:We all want to be successful; A constant recurring theme. We flirt with outstanding, But fall in love with something average. We wish for center stage,But not everyone can have it. We're told we've failed,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1242460/ I, alone, was freed,And every day since has been tortureGreater than that of any enemy.By releasing my body, by liberating my mind, The things that held me captive for so longHave managed to inflict immeasureable painUpon the one thing that they could not touch before: my spirit. My soul i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1225198/ I glanced in the mirrorHoping I looked niceFor I was soon to attendThe elaborate dance called Life.My elders had whispered to meWords of adviceSpeaking of hardship,Of pain,Of strife.Yet they also spoke of great things,They said the good outweighed the bad.They said the joys you would experienceWould.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1174314/ The skin that was warmed by his:Fairest ivory dusted with beige freckles The eyes that shown with love for him:Green-blue the shade of the Mediterranean The hair he loved to bury his nose in, inhaling deeply:Golden, like the ripe wheat of the fields The&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1141396/ It wasn't easy -- at all.I know -- but I never let you fall.I stumbled and tripped.The road twisted and dipped.But God that's no excuse!Weakness is designed for my use.Were you there the whole time?Yes. After all, you are mine.I don't remember feeling you...But I remember heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1129377/      My love and I first met when the leaves began to turn. The cool autumn breeze led us to each other. Scents of post-harvest lingered on his shirt; in my hair. Cool chills caused us to draw to one another for warmth; made us an inseperable unit. The oranges, reds, yellows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1119612/ It twisted out my earsAnd dripped from my nose.It caused my family to fleeAnd my friends turned to foes.It drizzled from my mouth,It streamed from my eyes.It distorted the truthAnd made them all lies. I saw my grey matterCreep up the walls.Now I'm stuck in this asylumTil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1063516/ SwingingEmbracing extremesSwingingEver-changing it seems SwingingSome fast, others slowSwingingFor a purpose we don't know SwingingKeeping time til deathRestingFor there's no time left. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1063511/ I looked at you and saw what I used to be.I was just like you, You were just like me. The bruises, the cuts, the cast;All of them memories Straight from my past. The way you stared at the groundMade me remember When I wore that same frown. The words of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sloaneholt/1045284/