http://slow.writerscafe.org/amcn4275 The original writings of author Avocations of Amber en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064818 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Girl In My Headby: A. McNallyA tortured soul's cry echoes,Invading the recesses of my fragile mindLike an infantry announcing the forgotten pains of war,now exhumed from my youth,And appearing to me in realms of uncharted dreamscapesI see the girl with mahogany hair, playin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1347249/ one word: sanctuary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1239573/ just because.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1173262/ love from long ago..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1166639/ In retrospect, I still am sheBorn to the path of trodden treesAnd lying webs of spiders spunBetrothed to me, less filigreeAnd in the farmhouse, wiltedwhiteCaligula became the queenAnd like Medusa, turned to stoneAll who saw her impish mienAnd I, the girl of Span.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1165992/ Sometimes you just feel like there's a storm brewing...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1163534/ sweet moments of ecstacy to be remembered forever...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1162810/ Underneath the stormy skiesthe doe protects the fawnand purple martins hide in fernsuntil the coming dawn&nbsp;&nbsp;Umbrellas pop in multitude,a rainbow on the square--as mothers scoot their babiesunder shelter everywhere&nbsp;&nbsp;Each raindrop falls, like tears to earthThe Father sheds each one;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1161839/ Just for fun..... 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It is during these quiet moments when I'm alone, just He and I, when I can truly feel His presence and His love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1122754/ My ice-laden porch was my inspiration this morning :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1113846/ Having just gotten over a cold, I long for more days of just sitting in this antique chair.....sipping my hot tea.....without a care in the world. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1111476/ Mmmmm......... I love the smell of his cologne on those flannel shirts I wear to bed.....xoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1101400/ daydreams of love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1100379/ Fictional account of a love that time forgot...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/1100173/ Sometimes the most beautiful time of day is in the early morning. The skies are blistered with pinks and yellows and everything begins to awaken. 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rowIf wishes could help wisen meI'd wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/521796/ Magnify, petrify, rectify.......why?&nbsp;Icy words splattered &nbsp;as the rabbit punches rain&nbsp;You watched and you learned&nbsp;Now your habits are routine&nbsp;Paralysis of the heart&nbsp;is your obvious&nbsp;forte'&nbsp;Drowned in a spell like &nbsp;Ophelia's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/521310/ Timeless traveler stretching across the universeReaching out with&nbsp;the hunter's&nbsp;bowLimitless arms in arched abandonForever&nbsp;to chase&nbsp;the raging bull&nbsp;Seven sisters sit and wait, winking into eternityForming a lasting circle of one-nessEngaging themselves in wrinkl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amcn4275/520429/ Rocky cliffs and open skiesWater that splashes, babies who crySatin skin and cherry lipsWrinkled skin or swaying hipsChocolate mousse The Milky WayA long dirt roadA rainy dayWild mustangs, running freeThe perfect hammock, for you and meAn 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