http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tdangelo The original writings of author Tracie D'Angelo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990573 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 28 May 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/737416/ Deep inside my headWhere only spiders dare to treadThoughts that are dark and sometimes hallowWhere sometimes I go to wallowMy muse meanders through the websWhere normal thinking tends to ebbAnd creative thought beckon and callAnd echo down the darkened hallI conjure up my seeing eyesOf all I love a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/669328/ Come to me my dearest childAnd let me gaze into your eyesMy how they shine this brilliant light Of hope Of innocence Of loveMy eyes must have shone like that onceHow could any mother not notice?I was so scared when you came into my lifeI didn't want to put you through all the pain I've lived thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/669326/ The morning dew has settledAnd has gently laid tiny pearls of moisture Along the green grass blades Along the black, cold, rod iron gate Along the cars resting in their drivewaysNothing is more lovely than the spider webEach intricate weave is laced in tiny dropletsIt conjures thoughts of how our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/669325/ I look into your beautiful blue eyes childAnd I see so many possibilitiesI see laughter and kindnessI see yearning to belongI see innocent confusion and unanswered questionsI see a pure love and unfaltering trustI see a delicate and gentle soulI see you, my sonI see you as perfection without even tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/669320/ I treasure my dreams of youFor reality is so cold and emptyIn my dreams I can reach out and lay a hand on your warm faceI can lightly brush my lips across your eyelidsI can lay my head against your chest and feel your heart beatI can sigh in your embraceI can melt every sinew and tendon &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/644646/ Over the expansive, mysterious oceans teaming with life in great mass to minute gypsies living in the cold and dark abyssOver the tallest, snow capped mountains housing gurus of ancient wisdom among the agile goats that glide perilously over rock and crag without a hint of knowledge that every step .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/644644/ A Soul To Love     At first glance she noticed his greasy, ill-kept hair and his tousled clothing which hung on his skeletal frame with sweat. His casualness allured her and his shoddy appearance revolted her, yet still he was a mystery, an intrigue, and her eyes never left his sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/586374/ Just An Image     Have you ever just stared into a mirror and looked at yourself as you truly are? It’s absurd to think that we can see ourselves as others do and maybe it would be dangerous. A true mirror would not just show our physical side, but it would show our mentalit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/586346/ Paradise Lost     He has been an occupant for over six months. Alone he lives in his exile. He is warm. He is sheltered from the miseries of life. No knowledge he has of eccentric things. He knows only the basics of life.     He views his surroundings with a love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/586333/ Embodied Evil     As a chicken is born from an egg, evil is born through us. I was a good person or so I thought. When I was young, church gave me comfort and support. The stained glass windows were God’s peep hole to gaze upon his humble followers. I always sat at the right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/586322/ The Beast of Adlerrie CourtIThe beast only prowled at night.  He engulfed his innocent victims in heartless violence then ran in fear of the rising sun.  No man was he.  An animal.  A shameful image that plagued our village.  No one saw him and those that did laid in b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/580757/ Forked Crossings     The house where I was born was a fine country house dating back to the early 1800’s.  The house was furnished with heavy, oak furniture and antiques that were passed down through the generations.  Dad’s prized possessions were his rifles... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/580753/ Under the full winter moonPregnant with the mysteries of the agesCasting her ethereal glowAcross the water black as pitchA silhouette of a man sitting silentBeckoning the moon's secretsSits all aloneBathed in yellow lightHold backBe patientHold the moment frozen in memorySuch a small manIn the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/580340/ This is a story I wrote quite a long time ago in high school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/576374/      “So”, Belle began, “what exactly was the spell we were discussing that got flung without a thought?”     Belle folded her hands in front of her and directed her attention at Mikayla even though she referred to “we” and was spea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/554730/ Written 29 July 1993 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519578/ Written 29 April 1993 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519571/ 1 November 1992 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519567/ Written 25 March 1992 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519565/ Written 25 March 1992 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519562/ Written 2 September 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519560/ Written 18 August 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519557/ Written 2 July 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519555/ Written 26 June 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519547/ Written 21 June 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519544/ Written 13 May 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519541/ Written 27 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519536/ Written 26 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519534/ Written 25 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/519532/ Written 25 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516832/ Written 10 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516829/ Written 2 March 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516822/ Written 15 February 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516818/ Written 13 January 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516813/ Written 8 January 1991 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516811/ Written 21 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516805/ Written 21 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516802/ Written 12 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516797/ Written 20 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516794/ Written 7 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516789/ Written 7 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516788/ Written 5 December 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516786/ Written 13 November 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/516785/ Written October 2, 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/509561/ Written September 8, 1990 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/509556/ Chapter Two     “You did what?! Mikayla! What did you just say?”     “We’re doomed now!!!”     “Tabby darling, we are just fine. Mikayla is just getting a bit unreasonable. Why don’t you go take a nice hot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/508660/ Written 1987 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/507799/ Written May 21, 1989 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/507796/ Written December 11, 1989 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tdangelo/507794/