http://slow.writerscafe.org/tmeis12 The original writings of author tamemei en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776095671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 don’t step so close to the edgethose wings are stuntedsometimes you think you’re a swanbeing conditioned to believe that you could beif you let your reflection swim long enough in front of youreyesyou can’t be because to be a swanis to believe you’re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1356020/ A narrative poem about the frailty of one's heart and life on this earth as told through an encounter with the divine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1349979/ This morning's coffee is fire on the tongue - too hot - and let's not speak of the orb of fire in the sky, for it is most certainly too hot and too bright, for that matter. Just the same the taste of yesterday in my mouth is "too" something, stale.        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1348024/ I have no heart for idle conversationMy eyes are torn open too wideTo close at the caress of ignoranceMy ears abused by the lashingOf hooked tongues that aimTo sink into soft flesh, refusingTo let go. Sometimes I imagine bruises on my faceFrom invisible fists making skin tenderO!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1346299/ Does a rose remember when she was a bud?As she shrugs her mantle of burgundy redAmass with thorns, grown out the soot and mudHer final goodbye as she lowers her head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1341378/ You ask me often if I believe in fateWas it fate that our eyes should meet?What more is fate than the potter on the wheelShaping our clay bodies, our soft hearts.I don't believe in fate, but am I less glad?Glad that our arms should touchOur brains should taste the saltWell-seasoned self.Cloudy minds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1340500/ A Shakespearean sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1335538/ My heart is hungry, never full For how long now I cannot say.Can you afford to pay the toll?The ebb and flow create the pullIn motion now, can't guide our wayMy heart is hungry, never full. Your hands, they grasp, are burned on coalsFor mine are hot, mold you as clayCan you affor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1334071/ The way I feel anytime I go for a walk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1333548/ For those times when you just can't say what you want to say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1333540/ Another story about loss, with a twist and a pinch of the insanity that lies within all of us. An embellished truth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1331941/ A flash fiction piece about the things we might not always see in others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1331880/ This piece is about loss. It is about love and adoration, but most importantly that thing we all seem to fear: losing the ones we love. Fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmeis12/1183486/