http://slow.writerscafe.org/MWalser The original writings of author M Walser en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057398 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Three years ago, I inherited a cat from my wife’s grandmother. Not the typical barn cat that would stray in one’s yard for adoption, but a Persian. Excitement overwhelmed me when looking at his beautiful smoke colored, long hair, and a cool smooshed up face.There is an unspoken stigma ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/492810/ My Dearest Love,      My mind is traveling the same road many times over.  Passing the same rustic lamppost on the corner of Elm and Main.  I can hear the same cocker spaniel yapping wildly from a nearby neighbor's back yard.  The fireflies light up the night and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/492461/ my love rests her china doll head in my arms to the end of timesour timesdelicate porcelain in my grasphandled with care are her fragile perceptions running togetherhand in handour lives slipping through printless fingertipsrunning faster to beat the fallautumnal sun rises on yellow horizonsshowcase.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/492031/ blood red petals make theroseoverlapped to make secure the fragrance deep withindelicate to the touch and a fragile life spanmake it's sentimentpriceless her elegance is untouchedbutconfidence arrestedunder thumbs ofmanipulationoppressed b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/491185/ hisssssssssssteaming experiences like a sauna's stealing of my breath and Ole' Faithfulfaithful to eruptgeysers of mess cover for mileswith Chernoblyl radiationcarrying after shocksthat inspire the musemusings, music,amuses, bound in unturned pagesunread storiesa peace never foundwith eyes openedsec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/491142/  Many feet of river rat hordes pitter patter and scurry from dark place to dark place. Low hung silhouettes stalk stealthily through black ally streets, wet with God tears for man’s demise, crashing down stilettos, puncturing pride of primped prostitutes. Exasperated curtains of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MWalser/483521/