http://slow.writerscafe.org/IofJuly The original writings of author Heath Muchena en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094693 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Exercise your right of free associationBut anticipate resistance, for without it, there can be no missionAnd if you value ownership, then pursue a stock or in simple terms, own a part of a businessBut only do so by investing in a venture which you have some certainty about the predictability as pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1965627/ What more does a man stand to loseIf he’s already lost his confidence?Many men don’t succeed because they don’t think they canAnd it is true also, that many more have much confidence in othersBut none whatsoever in themselvesHowever, the man of absolute confidenceWho says I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1965625/ love me from a distance she wouldand said she’d always be my faneven though she never liked the things she readand would forbear to shoulder the weight of words and sinful spills from my pensaid because she’s the inspirationi should seek license before i write about her without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826717/ her expressions were telicit was clear what she wantedstill, there was an element of mysteryin her show of interestsomewhat psychedelicthe beat of my heartbut i kept my composure… chivalryat its best © Heath Muchena, 2016 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826715/ our fiery chemistrywe can’t quite comprehendfeels like living in times before Lavoisierwe’re grateful for the warmthbut clueless of combustionlike fairies in the flame of a blazing romancewe agreed to work on communicationyou say I lose my charmwhen I give you cryptic mes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826714/ that’s how it feelsrichly texturedand lush as pastures of the imaginationclear as the dawn that sweeps mist off the face of daylight as airand gentle as breath upon a lover’s skinthat’s how it issweet nectars incense the fibres so delicately sewnno tear in the garme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826713/ Late nightRooftop open fireplace on the terraceFelt so rightMarshmallows roastedAnd all the indulgencesTo help expedite…No shame or second thoughtsFull embraceOf the pleasures the moment broughtA kiss, a touch, a soft spot…The best treatTo start the week .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826711/ together �" taking on the sweet challengesof ethical pursuitsthough far from idealistswe still take into consideration our rootsmy life I lease to you my loverpretty miss from Addis Ababayour two lips like tulipssucculent nectar… colourful kissesyour eye is always .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1826709/ a stranger sees beauty which familiarity often leaves undiscovered. but living in such a big city, it made no sense that I should deceive myself in thinking she hadn’t had many other lovers. still, she was the most beautiful and inventive like Hedy Lamarr; with no visible emotional sca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1721343/ dreamt I was in something akin to the Sumerian temple-bordelloand therein she was… with features of an angelso I was resolved that I would recite to her Shakespeare’s Sonnet 17because forget the setting �" she was the most majestic being I had ever seenshe stood out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1721342/ Profiles as with anything promotional are mostly the sum of past endeavours portrayed in a positive light; and the trend today sees those of many, who are considered to be of some distinction or other, rise or at least peak at the point of existential demise.Perhaps that is to be expected si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1720447/ my heart was open to a change of mindbut as things stood I just had to leave her behindand since pleasure is the standard of choiceI had to enjoy mine, hard as it was to resist our electric chemistry…and the sweet seduction of her voicethat upon auditory perception drew me to herw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1720446/ mother has a beautiful garden wherein grows beetroot, okra, carrots, kale, spinach, cauliflower, lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, parsley, mint, sage, all kinds of vegetables and herbs….surrounding the garden are paw paw, mango, lemon, banana, loquat, guava, avocado, and peach trees…... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1718972/ the dream was promising �" something like a Jules Chéret posterit was after an evening at the theatre having watched Aimé Césaire’s A Tempest with Frantz Fanon. after that we’d gone to the Rouge for a drink, but right in the midst of that dream&hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1718970/ a load of dread will weigh heavy on the mind like a lump of leadand when there’s a negative focus �" guilt infects �" and spreadsthrusting the body into a state of torpiditybut if you apply thought with care �" consciously directing �" with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1718969/ Men will stand ready to defend their reputation, even when it has not been called into question. This I observed  the other day when I was in the company of an acquaintance and we ran into his ex-wife. Pleasantries were exchanged and we were soon on our way. What struck me was the first.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1717507/ a cosseted girlcan only hope to someday become the belle of the balland revel in her sartorial elegancebut she knows not when to employ deference whilst the one of experienceneeds no counsel and never plays the damsel in distressfor she is empowered well and can tell sincere charm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1717506/ there was once a man who was skillful with his swordbut in the comfortable absence of war he had developed a debilitating languorthen one day an enemy he had previously defeated came to exact revengebursting through the door, catching the man off guard the enemy not allowing a minute .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1713979/ Pretty lady…honey golden skin.Please wait a minuteso I can tell you how I’m feeling.I want to know everything you believe inas in do you want a husband, or maybe a baby.Pardon my tongue slippingbut I see us in the future living.One day I’ll say I told you sofor t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1713977/ pretty swallowsing your little song‘fore you cleave the air not the one of sorrowsing your happy songit always soothes I swear where you goI know notbut wish you’d take me there to your paradisesome kinda Mauritiusa land of swallowtails and dodo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1711666/ We took rest on a log in a woodlandsurrounded by beech trees.We had veered off a walking trail �"I forget who’d led the waybut there was no protest.We were engaged in talks now long forgottenbut I’m certain they were of a most intimate nature.The distinguished y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1711662/ youth escapedand she naturally shriveledas any muscatel grape under the sun but still she retainedall her sweetnessand like a raisin she’d become © Heath Muchenahttp://htmm.wordpress.com/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1711660/ what do you see in that n****r? huh, tell me!’ he demanded‘are you really gon go there dad?’ she retorted‘no, no, no… this is on you, it didn’t have to be like this, but here we are… all cos you’ve gone and done this… disgracing the family.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1711657/ Often it’s more to do with prestige than it is riches,less material and more wishes. Often it’s about fear, but sometimes also kisses,masking tears in stitches. And as winter approaches this southern tipwe cover our cold hearts with fleeces:little lambs facing w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1366531/ I dream of a gardenmade golden by sunflowers and sunshine;a little flavour forest with all kinds of flowers and fruit trees,a few honeybees, a few ladybirds,the fragrance of sweet nature in the air. In this perfect little gardenyou find me -sitting on a straw chair;a feather i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1366529/ By a lake somewhere,a cyan canoe sits on the sandy shorelineand a calm fire with flames matching the sun setting on the horizonsmokes the catch hanging on a line over it. Lovers innocently tease each otherand there’s lots of laughter;an embrace,a dance,a moment unlike de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IofJuly/1366528/