http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ashira_Macy The original writings of author Ashira Macy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986635 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just a bit of drabble that came out after reading some comments on an article explaining the difference between pro-life and pro-birth, and the hypocrisy that is embedded in the subject. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1648737/ She stares at the clock inanticipationTeeth clenched, knuckles whiteningin aggravationAs she waits for any form ofvalidationThat he’ll show just the smallestappreciation. Still the time tics byAnd her tears turn wryAs she wonders why the f**k peopleev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1645627/ Just a one line piece of prose that slipped out of me last night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1612432/ I sit in the corner,Hazel eyes glazed over,Gazing through yellowed walls.In and out of focus…They’re some self-correcting camera lens. It is you that I really seeSwirling around in my head,Unapologetic and consuming.Always there,But you never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1526096/ I see you through the overwhelming hazeOf hesitation drifting along like silkFrom behind your misanthrope-gilded curtains. Your presence echoes through me,Resonates with caressing artistry,And oh… it takes my breath away. No clouds to be seen,Thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1515388/ As the mirror taunts meWith kinked brown locksAnd weary hazel eyesThat forever scrutinize,Pale skin glares back,Blinding in the morning rays.“Paper White”I used to call it,But that’s an exaggeration.More like “Peaches n’ Cream”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1458282/ 5 Haiku Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1444959/ No, not Peter Pan. =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1440295/ She watched in childlike wonderAs hope fell from the trees,Honeyed sanity swirlingOn a tender autumn breeze. Most glittering and goldenIn the vanishing sunlight;Some still painted crimsonNo strangers to great plight. They nestled in her hairShowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1437658/ For my best friend Cynthia for her birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1427873/ Bangingon impermeableSound-proofwallsOfthis hour glass,Slowlyfilling to the brimWithskin scorching,Suffocatingsands ofIf onlyAndshattered seashells ofToo late.Roadstake sharp turns,Thegrit flowing backwardsIndisordered fluctuation,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1425119/ She is eight ounces of crazy,Two tablespoons of wrecked,And twenty grams of chaos -Served up on a platterOf unprecedented basket caseSmothered in verbatimDeath by chocolateAnd heavily seasoned inIntrospective rageFueled by long voracious nightsAnd sensory barr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1421564/ Addictedto your greasy death metal façadeStruttingthrough with your mosh pit squad,All paintedblack with head-banger hairShadedin aloof soul piercing stares. Oneglance sends my heart reeling,Accostedby insatiable feeling.A needto be beneath you m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1419592/ Journeys don't always take you where you set out to go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1416461/ As we sailed away,Tides melding bronzeWith vivaciousgreensAnd calm blue hues,Spectacles overtooksenses. Water came crashingdownThe rocky slopesIn a liquidavalancheOf droplets paintedivory, prismsReserved fordreamers like you. We p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1414290/ This is mildly satirical and political, so if you are offended by those sorts of things then this is not for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1411273/ He appeared to me in his strange way,Leading with that disconcerting smile,A maniacal laugh parting his half-moon fangs. He spoke in layered riddlesThat would make a sphinx blush,Babbling of Queens and Their ways. Singing a song of mimsy and borogrovesWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1411056/ Another "Devil's Highway" inspired piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1410364/ How long ago were those sun painted days we spentBacks pressed against the long grassGazing up at the hanging red roses,Singing to us of their flowery ways? You would cut one down for meAnd she wouldn't mind her measured death,For she knew you felt naught but love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1409257/ Because blood isn't enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1407301/ What if I can't? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1407173/ He’s Brother BluffShe’s Lady LuckAnd I’m bit of both. Still, we’ll sit for hoursFour flipped up,Three turned down,Betting puzzle piecesAnd relishing in rose tea. Strained faces struggle…Resolved, remain relaxed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ashira_Macy/1405933/ This is for April. 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