http://slow.writerscafe.org/awaterevalley The original writings of author Julie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The sky reaches pink alien fingersBriefly, carelessly, brushing our facesThere and gone again as if we are not specialSetting our little world aglow, as though together we are.A woman in the back seat sings a song about a rebelOver and over in a voice of the bluesA voice that has known.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awaterevalley/222579/ Cloudless skies belie a truthstored in the bones and beats of lifesave one.Fear that mattered now is lostHope, the wellspring of longevityGod’s downfall.On a mantle, in sun-filled room‘tween the crocus and lily, store-boughtA fly in a jar evades a spiderheedless of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awaterevalley/222578/  The Death of InnocenceYou would think a park at night in the Autumn-time would be one of the most peaceful places a person is likely to find. And, in a way, it is. There is no such thing as traffic here. Sporadic lighting sends its beams up amongst the evergreens and glitters red and gol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awaterevalley/222575/   The grass hasn’t been mowed in a while. The summer’s been a long one, a dry one, and you can see it in the shiny bronzeness of the sea of lawn that makes up the Domain. The man with the big ride-on mower hasn’t been out to put the sprinklers up either. I know this h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awaterevalley/222548/