http://slow.writerscafe.org/cricket8159 The original writings of author Heather Hooper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776359350 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We listened to the ceaseless tick of the clock in the hall and you spoke about growing old together. You said, “It wouldn’t be so bad as we thought.”“Birds,” you claimed, “have both wings and feet.” When I woke the air wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1777997/ We were all wrong for each other.I knew that in the same way I knew that if I waited long enough the sun wiould dip below the sea. The same way you know how much I love to sip chardonnay, holding the glass cupped in two hands. So I sat and watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1747126/ I like to be alone with my thoughtsbecause within them nothingand everything has already happened.Every possible outcome still lingerswith my indecision. I am again a childwith a million roads yet to ventureand no regrets around my ankles.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1665843/ I did not plan for you.You are the thunderous cascade of clouds across the horizon of my beach day.You are lightning on the sand,beautiful and unexpected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1665835/ This is an early draft so it's still a little rough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1665817/ “So she spoke, and our proudhearts consented. Then day by day she would weave at the great web, but bynight would unravel it…” TheOdyssey Book 2: Lines 104-106 I find myself at water’s edge on nightsWhen the humid air turns soft and fragrant w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1377559/ When the day is not yet light and the slowdesperate rise and fall of the ships in harborcan be seen by passersby, I think of the girlwhose clouded eyes once searched for some thin line in the distance, stillundiscovered. The same child who would put on her mother&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket8159/1376363/