http://slow.writerscafe.org/macka1080 The original writings of author Matt Sayer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040080 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hello to all my fellow enthusiastic and effervescent writers!For the last few months, I have been deeply engrossed in wrapping up my latest novel, Guerrilla Internet, a technological thriller exploring the benefits and dangers of a 'free' internet through the lens of a young man recovering from depr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/macka1080/1316339/ A collaboration between Elisa Laura and Matt Sayer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/macka1080/1288644/ Tenebrous nights, encased in all black,No longer bleed terror, for you have my back.The tundra Antarctic; a blaze born in Hell,No discordant weather dare wither my shell. Send dragons, send demons, armada I call!No army of malice could e'er breach my wall.For love built these ramparts, and craf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/macka1080/1286662/  Petals prance like deer in spring,Caressed by gusts of butterfly wing,In evergreen trees the hummingbirds sing,In tune with bees: love's honey-sweet sting. The wind steals your voice, and whispers to me,'cross diamond-topped mountain and sapphire-kissed sea,Through fields dipped in amber .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/macka1080/1285700/  Floating, adrift, my anchors aweigh,No flotsam to cling to, no shore swims my way,But send me no rescue; I'm happy to ride,These currents of madness, with you as my tide. Waves will not drown me: I'll surf them instead,Sharks? 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