http://slow.writerscafe.org/JulieDant The original writings of author Julie Dant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042769 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short story set in the woodlands of theTennesee mountains in the year 1891 as narrated by a nine year old little girl named Sarah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/500582/ You tell me you love me. And I know it’s true.But how can you expect meTo cope without you?I know that your life Has been turned upside down.And I feel so guilty Like I’m letting you down.I wait all the long day for a phone call from youJust hoping and wishing F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/478800/ A poem about the loss of a best friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/478797/ On her commencement voyage, she felt strong and freeTo set sail on her life on the treacherous sea.So when they unfurled her sailsshe took a mighty breathFeeling glorious and happy was she. That first year in the brine she entered many portsIn tropical islands and atolls of all sorts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/478790/ A poem about the sharing of love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/478787/ A short story of the cost of freedom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/478030/   The night wind slipped through the restless treesBearing the cannon’s blast, the cries and the screamsof the day’s long battle upon the now hallowed ground,and the river crimsoned where the dying would be found..  When the murderous sun had the dec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/407702/ She looks out her sideof the car window not really seeing the white blursof Queen Anne’s lace or here and there the Blackeye’d Susans displaying their yellowpetaled plumage and every one winking at her In acknowledgment of her secret. The here and now is dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/400446/ Gnarled black walnut treesBared of leavesStark against metal skyBlack crows of winterDescend in lowCircular lazy flightDark squirrel’s nestsSilhouetted in forkedWooden branchesVee of Canadian geeseWings beating frigid airWish I could follow…Black crows of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/399703/         IN THE LONG SHADOW     In the long shadows of my life, as yet anotherday spent itself, settling softly down for it’simpending nocturnal rest, I was in contemplationof my journey…my sojourn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/379331/ UPON THE BRINK Teetering hereUpon the brinkOf lofty self-delusion  Life trudges onDays crawl byIntroduction to confusion  Visions of what might beThoughts of what is nowOne---is named Illusion  Ticking T.N.T.Smoldering want--.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/379326/  In the aftermath….I lie cradled still by your bodyLanguidSatiatedPeaceful at long last… In the aftermath….I press my ear against your chestListeningHearingThe resonate rhythm of the slowing beats…. In the aftermath….My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/323603/                                                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/302742/ The Ravishment  The ravishment is thorough…Utterly encompassing.Nothing is left untouched.  The body.Takes it’s loving punishment heroically.Like any battlefield,It supports all the skirmishes of lovemakingOnly easily… eagerly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/296896/       The Endings Are the Worst  “Silence is hovering above the Atlantic.”he tells her.“Hush...hush darling!” he tries to calm her. The endings are the worst. She hates their conversationsto end.The en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/241511/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/240922/                              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/233567/  Bright Tree In a darkening woodsA tree stands separateAs if to say "I shall not blend." As night approachesIt does not fade, butStands as brightly as in the day When midnight fallsThe tree....it glows"See?" it says, "I am bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/233386/    A Sound Across the Water As I stood upon the brink of lifeAnd looked into the murky depthsI knew my soul would soon be lostBy taking one more faltering step And I longed so strongly for itNothing seemed to matter much'till I heard a swelling chorus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/233384/      WAS IT YOU?  I thought I sensed your presenceIn the sultry southern night Was it you? Were you there? Was the breeze I felt upon my cheek Your breath as you breathed a sigh? Was it you? I thought I heard you murmerAmon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/232696/ Soul mates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JulieDant/232637/