http://slow.writerscafe.org/cthrnoneill The original writings of author Catherine O'neill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208038 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 maybe it doesn't mean a damnthat I love you and it's free. like air. but I do and that is pushing me ever farther away into a sea of selfI'm afraid free is easy and like the Redmen sayit don't grow on trees I still hear those sounds of pines in the burned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/954236/ so far from myself in a world of running time and the click click click there are no quiet times in my mind to see what the wind brings easily down into  dark recessesto which something like wisdom lived.It is tired. Still there but too easyand not easy enoughto find&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/885030/ Stop the clockturn the damn thing backcolor is hurting my headI crave black and whitelull me into romanceunbelievable horrortotal unadulterated, unchecked silliness bring out the bleached blondsand the tragic ingenuesthe man in glasses and the painted-on mustacheand the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/251850/ the stars and Ilove youwe dream of you at nightand wish you only goodness and light. Whoever creates loves.Destruction is man-madeand heavy on our souls.  You and I are part of the beautyof a mysterious universe,an eternity in the making. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/245240/ Once reached the shore is twice removedthe sand feels coarser and the water less fluid.I have been where the swells overwhelmed mewhen even the smallest trials seemed of great importancelike in an actor's performance on opening night,my eyes have died.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/245219/ The styles a poor woman wears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthrnoneill/245171/