http://slow.writerscafe.org/emmajpyg The original writings of author emmajoy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776219554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a few thoughts a few years ago and.. read about a man with a past: but.. a traveller, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2843898/ Two years apart, briefly trained uni job.. not my favourite Why did I feel so guilty? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2843784/ thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2843760/ Is said the Beast of the North is on his way oror due to arrive any timehave my doubts, thinkthe devil's already hereat sixty four, has blue dooralways late night callersnoisy motor bikes parkedcars somewhere   where? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2843714/         LateSummer ..    scatteringsof bare foot memories    blatantin careless tread    midsteep sea-bruised cliffs..    cool calm in white cotton;   I pause    peering t'war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2843481/ a way to be, or not.. discover what you think is here, leave and forget it if you need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2829895/ If war is considered such a great idea - the answer to everythingwhy has it taken more than centuries of them to prove successwhy do so many flags hang at half mast but - wholly around the globe historians have argued, always will argue, about the need for conflictbut there'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2813050/ condemnation comes in waves of misconceptionno matter youthful length or lessening power of arms no matter agility or frustrating rheumatics of fingerswe inch across space to reach, to touch with smile or sigh needing acceptance, affection.. company given an' willingly; or borrow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2798081/ However strong -  our intentions to rememberonly happy times is vital because - well - because that is what they would have wanted.. Those often-mentioned - recalled and more thanheart-close darlings', are sweet shadows at our table -perfumed in their glorious past.. Thin-ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2797464/ 'There should be moments for silent solemnity and 'wicked' witto dance palm to palm in syncopated seduction',  sayeth Manwho knows everything.  Almost.His She smiles, setting his tray with this and thats delightful:red wine - poured into crystal, a cloth, a scrap of paper and..&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2795651/ Way to be right?  remain silent!side walk issues?  keep to the left!What to write?  pen slowly!paraphrase?   perhaps not!Which weigh?  balance!metric?  poundage!Book?  read!Job?   done!    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2795401/ night's eyes flicker from windows hunched between Autumn treestrunk-warm gems frisk on steep burnished braes an', wan spinsterwomen sigh the mourn of November's desperate solitude - whilst we -  hidden in shadows, gaze into the dark welcome of what to come cigarette rolled near seduct.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2795196/ a gentleness - yet wild at timeswhen you come passing nearthe days shine bright, the sunis clear, your voice is soft an' deara boyish charm, a whistling callof pipe an' heart-made drum, the art of music skips my feetyours, whistling - best of allhistory tells of quaint old airsmerry T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2794899/ the advent of an extra hour's airscented of damp delightnow sings a ballad of torrents fallen -bugwise: worming down through themost intricate of last week's glorylaid wan but never lost..inhale then - hail blessed another dayinvite old friends to share a cup oflaughter, names wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2793006/ Perhaps ..who knows - lack of sleep awakens crazed notions:'it's not really happening; 'can't be, surely not?''Must be going mad, the cage door's locked, instructions given, keep still, keep silent. Why?'Perhaps..free thought is now a no-no where 'yes, please'l used to earn gold medals, la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2791773/ streams meet 'cross a line shadows melding memoriesas beveled glass weepsflowerless petals centuries past - sweet scentedroots lie bare in chalksynonyms ignoredblanketed by pitch black snowshe closes eyes - sleepsbare skin shiveringmoss coats banks sans interestinfertile their wakebut voic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2791528/ We gazed, smiling.. thrilling at stony shore theatrical humming adagio, stroking andante  -ivory movements over waves indifferent drifting towards the horizon,  but..you remainedinhaling my neck, trembling into thefinal moments of night's debut - and closure.A'sudden - I lau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2790456/    High 'upon cliff top - waves reach out, spiteful     air strikes cheek - gasping, grasping attention    distant chapel decades precious - history held in   the wake of harvest yesterday, space bereft   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2789884/ The wood-encased clock tick-ticked harum scarumthrough time - a starving bee or -  on second thoughtsas mysterious as dear aunt Annie's old, much cherishedOlivetti typewriter..We children were bemused by the way her fingerssometimes flew over its keys yet, whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2789010/ .. been wondering if words have nightmares .. do they dream of restless reveries dozing alone before returning to the acidic light of - see you a'distant? - a shivering September dawn .. 'pon that old pack-horse bridge stands anageless man,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2788838/ coffee sipped.. digestive dipped, the night starts with aninhale.. swallow.. pause one, two.. because that's how it isfrom the sanctity of a warm house during rain..  firstly trying to hear:  a wound clock (my heart thumps!) but tis essential to listen for cues:  f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2788184/ for Pat - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2787555/                    My thirst made discoveries in the sky today.               Blue and white they were.  A cup and saucer, dot-dash-like steam erupting the flight of minuscule birds for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2786926/ 'Trust  me', said the angler,  'Geometry is my favourite subject - Always have been good with figures.''I can't let sleeping dogs lie'Admitted he with the detector,'Tho' swearing on a bible leaves fingerprints.'''Tis far too late to set a date'said Archie O'Gist, archaeologist&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2786760/ My skin quivered 'gainst the glass pane;snatched outdoors scented by past pleasures.Memories of Paco Rabanne  applied bya man whose hand tried not to tremble. Even then - illness was cheap at the price. Dark shadows hid from fans one and all&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2785668/ There was I sat on a step - the creaky neighbour'neath the landing where sunshine shone gold onthe wall or - cloudy tears trickled the pain forshe - sat wondering what magic to make of thelong noon hour where laughter had lounged once 'pon a space destined for - wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2784594/ we released fingers - slowly, splayed palmsblinked at reality, took steps a'pivotbrows rose, flickering middle C to blatantblues strung 'pon spruce lively laid feet fidgeted timber, throats coughed clearhead nodded breath, music skimmed sans wingsold raven bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2784271/                                                         Beauty is in the eye of the                     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2784018/ Other people's children - young  minds unsmudged,  small fingers, fidgety noses - some freckled, milk teeth missing, hair: fair to medium - straight, dark curly - neat, fantasticlooks varied, behaviour erratic, innocence wrapped in daily discovery  at first I stand asid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2780889/ eyes resting, palms pulsatingtheir heartstrings trill, lips inhale,timpanic  trembling twined elegance in double timefour feet in unison, limbs divine,obeying the art of a composer's signs movements made, each definedgracious sways, each refinedbreath inhaled, green the needsip the be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2780624/                                   In the land of Luminosity                                  each breath, each scene, sets at dusk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2780510/ What one sees and hears .after six hours on the helpline.. 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One day, perhaps - who knows, even now or ever? He saw, he conquered. She whispered,space shrugged Sound stilled; birds gave up the ghostof music past. And the village grew to be a town.And the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2772492/ Feeling warm, a little tired,I rested, gazing the gardennewly weeded, freshlyforked, not quite tidy butas should be. Perhaps! (Think: does Mother Natureflit seeds in straight, equallyspaced lines,  colours cloned?)Trudged gardener to lean'cross the boundary to lookat a tall .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajpyg/2772444/