http://slow.writerscafe.org/huma The original writings of author huma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember oncewhen We metlike an unexpectedfirst time arrival in New Orleansin that citywhere edgesare pushed upand folded underexposedsex and deathugly and beautifuldirty and cleannot quite realand more realwhere everybody  drinks togetherlike old friendsin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/347835/ somewherethe day is dying nowthe sky shudders pink proofof the Sun's reposereverent birds hush abandon their rustlingfind their temporary perchescrickets chalk organic violinsthroaty frogs perfect choral pitchall the while blue violet is pressing its way in at the edgesevenly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/347832/ If I had known, thenI would have given it a new name that squatting toad my eyes saw you become with tongue thick and sticky desperate flicking, searching the air for any flying thing you could eat in the immediate area of your space. You caught me in a reverie back to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/270650/ Remember the fields how the birds sang at nighthow the mist arrived from nowhereto bless us and warm usas we walked together to form the sacred circleA deer and a fox stood vigil together even the cows on the other sideof the barbed wirehad the good senseto move towards u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/269623/ Do you wonder what is written on My hand in the cunning Persian language of Love?It is the true story of a long forgotten rose gardenwho is sad in the telling of the ancient storywho longs for Her secreted place to be discoveredby a mysterious stranger lured by Her fragrance.Are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/267930/ I am a fool for Loveand I love Youand I know You foolishly love Me.So…let’s start some nonsenseand beginsome seriousfooling around.let’s get pregnantwith pausesseeing as Theyare the causesof Us All. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/267547/ I am not myselfanymoreI haven’t left this room forseven days nowjustWho is writing who here?…don’t ask why anymore.outside is so sharp nowbecause You are everywhere becauseI have been madeso utterly transparentby Your nearnessbecausewond.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/267541/ very few write a story that isthrough the eyeof the dreaming princessthe Beloved One hidden high in the toweror deep in the dungeondon’t you wonder about Herand the stillnessof Her eyes?She stitches delicate tapestriesprayers made by moonlightShe brushes Her hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/267538/ I give up thinking.jealousy is food for those other birds;different feathers, entirely.My eyes changenaturallyfrom blue to greenand back againdepending onhow the lightmoves.Only the pupilOf my eyeremains foreverUnchanging.You could almostfall right through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/266503/ A fool for Love, punch drunk  awakens on sharp streets of mercyno sleeping and barely eating,just another trembling beggar Who, gratefully, drinks in any warm sliver of Light like tea for the infirmed.A true drunkard learnspatience through waiting holing up, back in the alle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/266487/ thoughts,like children left alonein a room full of pillows,inevitably leadto thousands of loose downy white featherswhich must be gathered up somehowslippery,defiantof gravityitching to stick to you.Mother, just close the doorfor now.don’t you  thinkit is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/266481/ new http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/263130/ I have always been afraidto drive alonein the rainover bridgesaround curveswithout side rails. There are times I can feelthe tug from the bottomof the ditchdaring me draining medrowning me I have always denied itwith my body stiffI begin to chantmy mantra I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/263125/ first appeared in "Branches," ApplePress, Inc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/262589/ Persephone’s Advice Listen, listen, listen:Nothing is more pleasurableTo a womanThan to beSkillfully awakenedBy adept lover in Circuitous routeSlowly, slowly, slowly:In the bare skin Of moonlightWith cascading fingersOf liquid tendrilsEnticing treasureWith the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/huma/262584/