http://slow.writerscafe.org/Neumia The original writings of author Neumia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217408 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Feel my throat, here, how it pulses,Beneath the smooth softness,Between the length of muscle that holds my head high,And the cylinder of my breath,Below the firm angle of my jaw.There at the tips of your pointer and indexIs the rhythm of my life. Feel the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Neumia/514875/ Words like old clunkersparked on the pagedriving nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Neumia/513143/ It is in the way If the wind brushes her she panics blue:A slope in the distilled ground threatens a tumble, No child’s play,But rather falling roof divers, bridge jumpers.Stone is how she stands depending on bone-structure,And sheer force of will: the character of mountains, frontiersmen.If s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Neumia/513016/