http://slow.writerscafe.org/zizigi The original writings of author Céce en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015380 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Edges of your eyes,soft gathered lashes, I'mtrying not to looktoo much.My finger twitches(I think you see)and in a sweet, leftover gesture,our breathssucked in,your fingers suddenlywrap mine. Oh! In thespacebetween us,your handscarefully sift throughthe passions ofmy heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/550497/ Writing practice, topic "Wild", May 13, 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/548630/ Packs of cars, blue striped, green striped,outside your house, words on themlike Spokane City Police, Sheriff, K-9.When I pull up, I’m shaking,shaking and pale in the early morning, ablue silk robeover jeans. I see men with radios in their belts, talking,serious. I see guns.It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/544642/ She’s like a Chinese paper lantern,glowing up the night;like a bunch of lilac flowers,purple, velvet, bright.She’s like a thousand colors all in one,tornado-earthquake-thunderstorm.She trails incense on her fingers,leaves flowers in her bed,sleeps without pajamas on,m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/537191/ My fingertips are coldin my palm.Two, and why does it feel like one?Under my dress, my legs are bare, trembling.You liked this dress so much, remember?You liked this kind that blew in the windand swirled when I spun.Hold me,I cry.Hold me again.I don’t know what to do wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/535443/ I feel the tears and they come easyDown the slope of my cheek, into my mouth,and over my collarbone;                              my skin is pale.I cannot put thought to tears, one to the other,they scramble upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/535239/ The cold pale beginning of morning,     Waiting in patience for Eos to dance,     To dance on her own night tears of dew     And open sky's gate for the day's advance.Selene mourns the mortal Endymion     Cursing Zeus in her wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/527631/ We were a kind, once upon a time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/514968/ Two boys, black of skin and cheeks chafed,and a soccer ball half deflated.On the road of mud and ridgesand puddles parasite-filled,bordered by green and fibrous forest,They play.The knowing of death is forgotten. Sister comes, tongue clicking--that is what the girls do in Kisa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/484030/  I've brought a death upon myself,These pale hands around my throat.The liquid in my veins dries to emptiness,Extinguishing the fervor, the passion, the light. The derisive tone in your voice,The laugh you left hanging like acid,Wilted me under your footsteps,Wilted whate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/436411/ fictional story that takes place during the 1950's... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/395430/  Jane stood in the chilly shadow of a monstrous skyscraper, staring at the sidewalk beneath her heels. There was no sound except for air blowing between the buildings like the breath of some mighty machine, and crows fighting over a stale piece of bread crust (or perhaps another body), and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zizigi/376845/