http://slow.writerscafe.org/rccp12 The original writings of author River Page en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053767 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The GoddessThere are times.When I think God has a wife .When I am convinced, that the world is a dream in the mindof a sleeping goddess.And she never asks why men enter her home with bloodstainson their clothes.As they drop bombs and shoot guns in the name of a man with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1128663/ Ash I spent five years of my lifehiding poems like this from my mother so she wouldn’t burn them. Just like Caligula burned theChristians before the Christians started burning the Jews.And poetry. I know how people are kinder whensomeone wants them dead. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1128661/ Your Tree They say that some people are born with two souls thatbecome one at first sightSouls that melt together like  sweet candyBut I don’t believe that I saw an old oak With a piece of wire wrapped deep, past the bark  I think I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1086958/ ChapterThree “I need to call your grandmothertoday,” Martha said as she was frying the bacon. “I talked rude to her youknow. “ Lilac nodded. “I hope you never talk to me likethat.” Martha froze, realizing the irony of what she had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1078941/ Guest of Honor Misery lovescompany And she is aguest tonight Her visionis locked to the otherside of the table A longwooden table it is Polished andshining The smell offood smothers the air Thecandlesticks light the dark room .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077084/ Atlas  Burdens break the back Like straws on camels They are still and heavy Cold and dry They leave blue bruises on his pale skin  And red tracks on hiseyes  But he does not complain He does not look away from the eyes of his tormenters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077082/ Paramour No longer will I lie to all I know.No longer will my headlights burn quietly down hidden roads.No longer will I speak of you in whispers to myself.No longer will I write your praises in a blue book. No longer will I leave myself starving for more.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077080/ After being charged with murder, a mentally ill young man must face disturbing secrets from his past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077077/ Chapter Two Thenext morning was chaos at the Cavanaugh house. As the clock struck eight-thirty, Andrew still wasn’t home, Asher was asleep, and Lilac was only on her thirdset of head banging. Martha ran her fingers hastily through her un-brushed hairas she opened the door.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077071/ “Night of the Red Moon”  The sound of stepsMoist airPanting  Slamming the door open And the cool summer breeze on the rooftop Drunken voices underneath Street lights illuminate cars below We choose our favorites, owning them in our mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1077070/ “The Botanist”  He clutches a rose in his bare palm His hands are soft and vulnerableThe briars and thorns pokecut scratch his flesh  His hands are soft but his soul is a concrete wall never coming down  He is a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1076753/ ChapterOne It was a county withtwo towns. Billings, was the bigger of the two with around twenty thousandresidents, and Evadelle was the smaller, it had two thousand. There had beenanother town too, called St. Thomas, but it had gone underwater with thereservoir. Evadelle had t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1076735/ A novel that follows four family of a disfunctinal family members as they experience and observe modern southern society and attempt to resovle their own personal issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rccp12/1076728/