http://slow.writerscafe.org/rareworlds The original writings of author Michelle Espinosa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776035240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A prayer for Amazonia and the rest of us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/1322401/ Tidal waves of tears cannot wash clean the blood that spilled hereA crimson road to Mexico lined with sweet papaya and espinasLos Sanguinarios he said, once we crossed the borderSanguinarios, he warned again in the desert heatThen again in the raucous storms that shookOur bright orange and green wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/977127/ I am from stepping over sidewalk cracks where old trees root so long and large even concrete can’t stop them from emerging. 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Regardless of your atrocities, your scorn for life, your disdain for thehuman spirit. Regardless whether you are enlightened or counter-enlightening. Ilove you knowing full .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/575745/ It had been months and all she had after those first two weeks to keep her sanity was the task of filling glass vials and eventually jars with her tears. It was the only way she could move about. The glass containers were everywhere. And now, all these months later, she had to start building shelves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/552762/ Phowa is a practice for ejecting consciousness out of the body at the time ofdeath. It can be practiced for oneself or others. I understand it has other benefits like physical and emotionalhealing and extending life. Also, once weunderstand and practice Phowa we do not fear death. Death then b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/536513/ (unedited first draft)James Cameron, director of Avatar, a recent Hollywoodscience fiction portrayal of the Amazon that grossed over two billion dollarsworldwide, has returned from his first brief trip to Brazil.  There he met indigenous leaders from 13tribes who held a special council to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/536368/   For the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. No more of that longing ache for someone, anyone, to put his arms around and hold all night until the sun comes out and he has to go to work another day. Now he was pleased to go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/488313/ I know you now, amor, I can see you. Soon, maybe seconds, maybe years, but too soon, you will be gone. For we will leave this world. Even were we to go locked in embrace like the skeletal remains of the Verona lovers, like theirs, only our old bones would remain together. We all must die alone. We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/469704/ We are dark angels fallen into the sea. Far beneath I look at you and remember who we used to be. 1995  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/468794/ lovers come while I sleep angels with fingers like fire that touch my forehead and kiss my lips telling secrets lips like fire telling secrets in search of angels lips like fire coiled about my spine gathering secrets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/468793/ I long for your soul. More than to devour you or be devoured by you, I long for our souls' release. More than I long to embrace you, I long for your happiness, your peace. Though my desire for you is fierce. Be true to what you hold dear, my soul. I honor you, I honor your life. May we stand strong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/468792/ She was running late for her psychiatrist appointment, in fact, had not thought she would go until a few minutes before. 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He and all the ‘chosen’ men inhis family have always relied on how absurd it sounds. No one in their rightmind would ever entertain such a notion. There is no human life without aheart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/452946/  France, 1793, RevolutionMarie-Charlotte Corday D'Armont, a manor born and virtuous twenty-four year old, left her sheltered life in Normandy and traveled alone to Paris to assassinate Jean-Paul Marat. Witnesses wondered whether Charlotte Corday was aware, in the seconds after th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rareworlds/450427/ He told himself he shouldhave had a clearer head for this. This was the photo opportunity he had beenhoping for and now that he had to do the setting up and breaking down himself,he felt a pang of regret. None of the interns had been available on such shortnotice. 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