http://slow.writerscafe.org/stiltskin The original writings of author 'stiltskin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206159 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dreaming in the grass, high up on that perfect topographic edge,I sensed a certain temporal suspension.Countless aeons passed, living still as softened mounds of Malvern Ridge,a sleeping Goddess on the land recumbent.Draped in negligeeof Oaken crystal streams and suspended time,in strange .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1259513/ note: thoughts of an 11 year old child from UK after a year in Sierra Leone...Tropical light, smiles so bright -mangrove, sea and cotton tree.A time I learnt to think; in waysmy parents never taught me. I felt dis-ease with christian,colonial rigidity; a Life of white constriction -just no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255706/ As age draws on I see cause and effectin realms of life that some might neglect.For years I sought my answers without -with no solutions, I started to doubt.I turned first to god, the father and sonto see if they knew what should be done.I listened to preachers with plenty of shoutbut the look in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255703/ I followed an English rose to the gates of the Sahel;I thought I knew I loved her - I was young and couldn't tell......all so long ago now I don't recall that well.Enchanting child seductress, she sent my heart a'skip -she never held much back and offered cupid's lips.......but most of the attractio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255162/ A flight of fancy to mystical land,in Arjun' chariot I crossed Ram's bridgeto that cinnamon isle of golden-grained strand- tear of Mahabharata On a palm-trellised beach I held her handwhere chattery children with pearl-studded smilesand names as long as the ribboned sandsnodded eager incomprehe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255142/ "The engine never made a sound!" - his terminal thought, as he looked round.That crossing place he knew so well,resounded to his final knell.On the scene, there was no sign;with dread we wandered down the line.Speck by fleck, the bits got bigger,strips of fat, a shoe, a finger...-...Upon the sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255109/ 'Life is Love and Love is all Creation.' -words of more than lyric consolation.The heart lies in the place of mind's attention -building worlds of singular invention. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255105/ Hours enthralled by cryptic signs,with ancient tomes and riddled rhymes.Gleaning facts from mystic lores -and still she never sought divorce.On summers days the children play,Daddy's here - but far away.Beauty present, pure - divine;her love lost to his distant mind.Final truth then comprehended -no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1255001/  a true story...Leafy London, garden roses,late one summer's afternoon.No recourse from tragic duty;hope his kids are still at school.Stranger sorrow, swiftly risingas I'm knocking at the door.Would she scream? - or standwith desperate eyes I'd seen before...Then, I stilled my trepidation,and w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stiltskin/1254976/