http://slow.writerscafe.org/LuizaGreneholf The original writings of author Luiza Greneholf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On my inability to express myself in my own first language... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267768/ A recent little something - hopefully self-explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267767/  Be gentle, good surgeon:A life lies on the table. The heart you hold in the palm of your hand,So fragile and slight,Is the instrument of loveAnd animation,Sparkle and vivacity,Spirit and being.The bloodied tissue in your fingersContains the thrill of living. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267762/  Whitewashed walls and crisp, white uniformsWhite-painted metal framing messy white bed sheetsA flat, white windowsill and a dull white skyWhite upon your skinYes, you’ve settled in.Levers and instructions, printed and clear,Plain, functional, a world on mute And it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267754/ For lovers of clichés, or just lovers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267752/  I lie staringEt le couteau tombe. Dehors, il fait froidAnd inside myself I freeze. Le ciel est vide, et mon esprit aussiThere is nothing left. A minuit, à l’heure ou noircit la nuit,Je respireJ’écrisJe saigneJe meurs. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267748/ On the 7/7 London attacks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267747/ Written on a plane travelling back to the country where I grew up - I felt very strange, and so does this pieec. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267746/  Standing, staring, face to face at last.For the first time we’re separate, equalsYou’ve morphed out of me like some gruelling exorcismJust as a splinter under my skin –Probably would’ve hurt less just to leave you there,But in my heart I know it’s bett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LuizaGreneholf/267745/