http://slow.writerscafe.org/angelstevens The original writings of author Angelique en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776214131 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Theatre isfilled with buzzing,people talkingin low tones,as we greetone anotherand talkabout the show. Crowdassembled in anticipationof what theysoon would witness,will it bebetter than Madame Butterfly?Hush fallsover the crowd. We ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1172025/ Bright screen glares at meWhile prompt flashes annoyance;Simulated white page is blank,Like the edges of my mind. Words do not come, do not flow;Sentence making fails me.Just one word is all I needTo begin the story. Characters have no voices,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1170799/ Rage anddarkness greet me.Failure reflectedin the light of day,Peace grantedonly with slumber--Slumber ofthe mind, of the soul. Stream of consciousnessfrightensAnyone whodares to love me,As the rage consumesand darknessCrowds myweakened soul.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1170027/ We built alife togetherAnd we liveon someday.Soon thestorms we weatherWill passaway. Somedaythere will be timeTo play andrejoicein ourrhythm and rhyme.Tomorrow isour voice. Tomorrow hascome and gone.Someday was yesterday.And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1169588/ Mother Nature shares every moodShe tells us when she is angryShe tells us when she is sadShe tells us when she is happy What she never shares is whyWhy she screamsWhy she criesWhy she shines We experience her every moodHer vibrating screamsHe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1169587/ I was born no oneGiven a name, I became someoneI am a daughter. Later, I became a sister.I am a friend, an enemy, a girlfriend.I am a student and an employee.I became a wife and a mother.Nieces came along, and I became an aunt.As time elapsed, I began to wonder--W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1157300/ Have youever noticed? when profound thoughts come to mindwhen that moment of lucidity strikeswhen you are emotionally charged  when your fingers desire toflick acrossthose intimate plastic keys-- a hindranceto fulfilling thedesire--.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelstevens/1151772/