http://slow.writerscafe.org/drewm The original writings of author Drew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092396 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Constricting chest told me of ill I'd wait a thousand waits on windowsilluntil the longings wicked biteleft me to bargain long with sleep that nightI dreamt of wooded grove enrapturedspritely played the wind but capturedall who would remain in standinggaze - here was felt impassioned voice commandin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewm/1203940/ (You'll have to imagine the ornamental monkeys - which, sketched in the margins, are a vestige of these haiku as originally written in pen and ink.)watching over acold, numbed, pencil holding handwith two green glass eyes.a bowl falls from theshelf and is broken but sitsstill on the cracke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewm/1203936/ cut away at wordslike Amazonbush;muddy over-flowingbanks and water carried nutrientsreplenishnew growthas towering treesstand ravishedvestige of timeimmortal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewm/1203931/ I bid the wind, a willing partner, blow at my command,a slow and steady breezeand take this kite from fingertips to soar above the trees.A gentle, even wind to keep aloft this thing of my design,away from risk and illto sail among the wisps of clouds and travel where it will.But sadly, as I run abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewm/1203924/