http://slow.writerscafe.org/Stevevdw1 The original writings of author Steven11 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776137612 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Still, on a wise mattress, Soggy pillow, vacant linens,Staring north at the snowy flatness.Letting it happen,White flag raised for the coming sunrise, As the loneliness sweats through his bones,Welcome to everything, Taste it, taste it, Confirmation of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevevdw1/1442562/ The days were nicer and hotter but the air stunk more. Next door the others sat still.He loved the sugar cookies that came in the afternoon. He would hold his nose and take a bite in the gentlest manner so that any piece that was tempted to break off would still be caught. Looking down he could s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Stevevdw1/1139327/