http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angie%20Talbert The original writings of author Angie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776214100 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Remembering...the bitterwindbite of hungerbeneath my skinthe distant coldtruthbeholdthis earth isgoldif you listen I knew a girlshe walked onbycouldn’t hearthe willow cry I wonder howsom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/498765/ Strumming the cordsfeeling the pullthe vibrations ofmy restless soulcrows on a wirebegin to riseoh, how silhouettes scatter blue skiesI feel the fireI let it climbfrom fingertipto eternal timemelody begins breaking greythe front porch s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/498661/ I thought I Could stop myselftherein mid-airthrow the parachutelet it catch an invisible branchto suspend mefrom further plummeting... But there’s no such thingas invisible branchesalthough I feelI may have been hit hard b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/498657/ In thisDistantIn-betweenI may be DifferentThan I seemAnd maybe youAre just the sameAs me  Or maybe we areThe opposite sidesOf the same CoinConstantly being flipped and never touchingEach otherRepelling positions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/498649/ Question where you get your sense of identity. Concept from some modern Buddhist philosophies that our ego is separate from our true self. This "poem" is really more of a meditation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/498645/ “Are you a fisherman?”I thought I saw youstanding there, waiting, rod in hand“Is that your line?”Bait attached, drifting...out to sea,just barelybelowthe surface.“Are you hungry?”Or do you play for sport?“I could have sworeI heard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/497603/ A freak of natureI seem to beborn under moonand swaying treeand in between…darkness andpale moon lightwithin mea space was borncraving the wildand unadornedthis callingthis restless achedrives me wildandkeeps me healt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/497595/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/497585/  We were as the treesthe branches the trunkevery part that stretchedand moved painstakingly toward a rising sunso slowly we climbedhundreds  of thousands of yearsuntil the very thingthat had driven usburned...the top was n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/497578/ Barefoot we stumble, never quite preparedand the outcome is forever changing ourfuture stepslike the roll of a die, we never know whichpath to takestill we find ourselves naming our bestevents destiny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angie-Talbert/497567/