http://slow.writerscafe.org/thedesertwillow The original writings of author Amant Cache en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038601 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 DeprivationYour eyes are intensityrushing toward me;begging my soul to hold on "just a little while longer".Holding on has never been somethingI was very good at.Flashes of what could be, what should be invade the the quiet space of my mind.I feel my grasp slipping.Reality se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/1296799/ How could I ever hope for a “normal” life againunder the weight of these delicious circumstances?ForbiddenFruittaunts me from the horizon line withwhispers of all good things to come.My upper heart is a feralbeast caged in the hollows of my chest.My lower heart pounds at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/1296304/ My pen won’t meet the pageso I fill a book with tear dropsand hope they’ll be able to tell my story.Why do memories of the good times fadejust when I need them most?Why do the tears keep fallingwhen I so desperately need to stand up tall?I’m crippled with fear and reg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/473185/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/450767/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/450762/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/450760/ A Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/450747/ The title is lacking...I know. I just don't know what else to call it at the moment. It's not my best work...but it's how I feel...and lately, I have a difficult time putting those feelings down on paper...thanks for reading, at any rate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/441646/ She spans the contents of the room.A dresser big enough to hold a chintzy ‘his and hers’ sweater collection….Drawers with plenty of room for the s**t that should go in drawers…Bookshelves lined with artifacts, graced by the presenceof .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/392494/ The sky begs for my attention- atapestry of colorlike stellar vomit, onlybeautiful.The sunset is painted not orange,but tangerineand reminds me of the day Idrummed for you.I long for even a shred of yourbedsheetto hold onto to the feel andsmell of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/390778/ For my Jamie. May you rest in peace. I love you. 11/14/71 - 3/3/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/387501/ For my friend Kevin Reiser. It's neither fact, nor fiction- and one in the same. Each day is an emotional birthing...I hope this finds you in peace and harmony and that you see the beauty in your existence my friend. L http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/377956/ I wrote this to commemorate for myself and one other a forbidden moment in time we cannot share again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/366877/ You call me an orator of peacelike you think it’s cutethat I have causes and I think.The running joke that I stargaze and hug treesis bordering somewhere between‘Are you f*****g kidding me with this s**t?’and ‘I’m just too sick of it to care anymore.&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/366849/ Written a long time ago, when I outted myself to my straight-laced, conservative, republican family as a supporter of Barack Obama. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thedesertwillow/366427/ I can't think of a title for this. 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