http://slow.writerscafe.org/lumberjack The original writings of author lumberjack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231666 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We refer to the land we thrive on as our dear 'mother' yet we stomp on itwhere the womb is worth on the basis of only only gender ,yet who holds it happens to be  a 'she'.veil across our eyes ,blurring the reality Exposure dont attract nor does beauty;its the vulnerability which compels th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumberjack/1106859/ Through the cracks of the window,sun rays peeksstifling a yawn,the c**k screamsCanary sky is splashed with the cloudsthe lost cuckoo is searching,her mother's whereaboutsDawn is at the door,asking to switch off your alarmmorning sun hovering at you,feeling thy warmMorning breeze right there ,to brus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lumberjack/1094307/