http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jitske The original writings of author wandering daughter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997113 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The wolf had his eyes on meThe first time we met When he asked me in the softest voice'Did you see any elephants in Asia?' And I smiled and spent the nightTelling him about all my eastern adventuresAnd I liked him that night. Cause I felt like I knew him that night. But there wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1255507/                   I.These days I  wonder if people are meantto be alone           II. I’m sorry but I regret what happened that night. I wish I could still remember the smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1228330/ A very short story about a strong woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1223104/ His eyes are as dark as a storm You know, the ones who are frightening but a relieve To the fields of our mother, Our dear mother earth. All his storms were thankfully received. His voice was soft and tender As the one of a little schoolboy. Shallow, warm but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1215377/ I never read the books you recommendedor did any of the things you asked me to do. I still worry too much about future plans and strange romancesand I don’t write as often as you would’ve want me toCause now, there’s no need toNothing has really changed,except that everything .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1215375/ Mama, I’m so far awayAnd I’ll be gone for a whileI’m learning what it is to be a womanI’m learning to stand my groundWhat does it mean to be a woman?Is it the willingness to sacrificeor the strength to hold on?The need to compromiseor the courage to walk on?Tell me, what does.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1191159/ The first time I saw Jade, she was wearing an old ladies dressIt was all wrinkled and dirty, but somehow she looked the bestShe would hide her face behind long brown hairBut not because she was ashamed or scared She was only so humble, and felt so small just happy to be there at all.The fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1190414/ If you see me tomorrow Cross the street, or turn awayWalk past me like a strangerDon’t ever call my nameDon’t come any closerPlease stay in my pastWhere stories are fictionAnd dreams are not build to lastDon’t tap at my windowDon’t knock on my doorThat house is cold and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1190317/ Inspired by the song 'unsent' by alanis morrisette http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1190313/ Another morning walkThe light is blindingAnother night I won’t rememberI drank too much againAnother wandering down the roadTrying to find my way homeAnother struggle to keep on walkingHanging my head downAnother man I didn’t really knowAnd probably won’t see againAnother quick fix.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jitske/1190311/