http://slow.writerscafe.org/deer-heart The original writings of author deer-heart en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021730 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 are these still my words?these few words,flickering, faltering,can I still call these words?can I still call thesemy wordswhen I have not spoken to them,nor they to me,when I have abandoned them,left them to a harsh and desolate solitudelost int eh barren wasteland that isthe unspoken landwhere twis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/703233/ memories and flightless wings,tattered torn and faltering;settled dust and golden rainsing these worn out songs again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/703229/ I shall not apologize for who I've become,though you may throw spitballs and sparks.I shall not be ashamed of all that I've done,though you taunt me with shards of broken hearts.No, not a smidge shall I deign to budge,though clouds of letdown kick up at my feet.I shal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/367534/ Please just be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/367533/ The inevitable crossroads; the inevitable end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363510/ Kendra lies awake late at night with Nicole, giggling and talking about nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363277/ Steven observes his daughter Nicole reading a book on the couch, reflecting on the distance he feels between them, caused by the divorce and his remarriage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363275/ Isabel plays chess with Nicole and listens to her chatter about school and friends and future, and reflects on her changing relationship with her daughters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363274/ Gathered here… in memory of… the life of… celebrate… mourn…remember…Adrienne Walton wasn't listening. Perhaps she should have felt guilty for not paying attention to the minister, aged and a little wheezy, who was speaking at her mother's funeral, but the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363270/ The life of one woman, as told through the eyes of the people who remember her. A string of short stories, following Nicole Walton from childhood to premature death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/363269/ Dedicated to all who are blind to their own inner radiance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362567/ Who am I? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362565/ because you, you broke a featherand then I broke a heartand together we'll make memoriesof things best left untouchedand ev'ry happiness imaginedwill become like ancient myth:stories we'll tell children,good dreams that they'll sleep withbecause you broke the featherthat made me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362311/ It's a funny endless circle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362272/ I'm not sure where this came from, I'm not sure where it went. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362271/ A ballad to a stormy night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362267/ A little feel-good song inspired by all things cliche. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362266/ There's nothing here for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/362263/ when the earth fellwhen the moon caved inwhen the sky stopped spinning round its lieswhen the trees couldn't sing           the sun forgot how to smilethat's when the stars started falling from her eyeswhen a poem criedwhen a myth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/361689/ It's all in your perception... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/361686/ Do you remember "best friends forever"? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/361683/ There is a small house at the end of this street. It is dark and cold inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/361601/ A vague reflection on water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deer-heart/361588/