<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>thebusch | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/thebusch</link>
		<description>The original writings of author thebusch</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776039370</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>What is love but practice preached? For does not love be true whence love hath end? Love is that which is taught to burn like hell's fire, a fire not end true to yearning and desire. Alas I have lust's piercing sword though thy amour. Woven by hand true to heart; protecting not flesh but thou sword ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebusch/1185511/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Love thy son</title>
			<description>It's a weeknight in Brooklyn. A man comes home to his wife after a long day working at the docks. They live in a small townhouse. The dining area couples as their lounge. The man, Paul, enters the dining room and takes his place at the table.&quot;Hello, Elle, I'm home. Whatcha got cookin'?&quot;A middl..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebusch/1180901/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Captain</title>
			<description>An analysis of Gen Y from Gen Y</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thebusch/1178158/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>