http://slow.writerscafe.org/arielavader The original writings of author J Mourning en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776402233 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is this thingthat we have calledPassion. Overwhelming,Breathing deeply, screaminginside - energy so deepit must be let outor we will surely perish.Passion is thirstquenched only byplacing ourselves at the mercyof others. Passion a dream awoken by flesh.Fruit and Flower,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arielavader/229884/ I wrote a song todayand filled it fullof echoes of lonely gray --the words became meaninglesslost in the music, and Ilost with it, heart betrayed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arielavader/229882/  The music starts, slowly;a soft caress, a gentle chime,and soon the trees arecaught up, moving in time.  They sway like young loversat their first dance - barelytouching and so gently,they rock forth and back. And then, the chimes squeal, andthe howl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arielavader/217114/ A woman finds Christmas not to be what she expected http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arielavader/207116/ Sitting, waiting, watching the near full moon glowing in time as she rises slowly through the ocean of twilight-blue. Glimpsing only! Shy, she hides behind the threadbare trees of cold and lonely January. Her beauty is not marred by unabtainableness but rather bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arielavader/190721/