http://slow.writerscafe.org/icelandicblue The original writings of author icelandicblue en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081467 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     What is done    is never really done.    Death is an interruption    of love that has no place to lite,    of conversations interrupted,    and of a longing that is greater    than any univer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/2166594/ Beneath ancient boughs, beyond the eyesof ordinary men sits a tower on the edge of the Earth itself,a spiritual way station of great significance.It is a respite from thelong shadows and hissed whispersof the bellicose demands of worlds that exist well beyond this one.There is a sanctity here, where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/2032107/ Strung words contain the meandering of liveslived and loston straight paths and crooked trails.Somedays its cursive current flows from a wellspringof curlicues and whorls,and others,it sits on the sharp pointsof print instraight lines made by broken pencils.The story does not write itself,but neithe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1983956/ Coal dust dreams snow downhillwhile canaries take clean breaths.Politicians play on people's fearsand scare the rational to death.Greed and hate are age old illsthat swirl in darkened minds.Twisted vines choke out the goodwhere bigotry and greed entwine.Communication is spoon fedin doublespeak and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1933255/ The walls appeared suddenly,their bricks made of words,their mortar of silence.The isolation imposed a misted hushthat enveloped her completely.She wore no orange or stripes,she was invisible even to herself.Each time she closed her eyesshe could smell the new masonrythat stood without doors but als.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1794294/ She stood against a backdrop of flaming red petals,her memories shut tight inside a heart shaped boxfilled with a time she could almost touch but never reach.Their fragrance had waned with passing years.Immersed in the now kept that box shut so that she could keep her mind from wanderinginto fields .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1781917/ Stardust is sprinkled in my hair,I have always been an old soulbut have never lost the lusterthat the universe has bestowed on me.The sun competed with the warmthof his smile, but should he turn his backhis shadow was long and cold,we are all two sides of a polarized coin.We wait at the edge of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1760356/ She was a poison apple of a woman,black star eyes and crimson lips.Her beauty a facade, a viper's nest of want.So much waste was left in her wake.A life built on the innocence of othersuntil the day that she met her match.He came for her with open armsand she ran into them without reservefor she had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1730568/ Swathed in endless darkness, adorned in the pitch of it-a silken spiderweb of solitude am I.The castle on the hillis cold and forbidding,it's desolation calls to mein scattered dreams.I wander among the ghosts as we dance barefoot on the razor's edgeof sanity and madness.The betwixt and between of w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1717975/ Night has fallen in silken silencewhile the clouds blanket the sky.There is a preternatural stillnessthat makes me hold my breathand right before I exhale the first perfect flakes fall languidly from the heavens and gently dustmy lashes and brows in crystalline glitter.There is no chill in moments o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1700640/ The erosion of the mountain of my fatherstill stood tall and proud. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1659985/ There is no greater love than to give your life for another,or so the man says. But the definition of life is nebulous.I have given mine yet I breathe, eat and barely sleep.Perhaps we are already dead and no one has told us.Should I take the poison or you?Perhaps you would prefer the blade?Both wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1659886/ She sealed the windows from the nightbut it slithered in as it is wont to do.The pitch of it stuck to her thoughtssticky with longing, viscous and wet.Crushed by the weight of the nothingnessshe stood still and silent in stitched slippers.Waxen puddles pooled around the snuffed candleleaving just a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/icelandicblue/1659128/ She is a willow of a womanwhose books are her lifeline.They are her light in the darkest of times.She frequently forgets that illumination is possible within her own black hole of despair.She loves protagonists who are broken and complex.No pretty boy heroes for her, she finds them too two dimension.. 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