http://slow.writerscafe.org/Liv15152 The original writings of author A. Pike en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have not found closure yet,My wound is still watery and red.I grieve for what was lost Though I’ll never be convinced the romance is dead. But I have found this, a new way to pray. May it help us both, if not now then someday. I pray for you. That you have health insurance,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/2170530/ I have had two great loves in my life. The first greeted my soul in English.Easy, natural, comforting, safe. The warmth of those nights fills my memory.But tears are pushed from the brink of my eyesWhen those thoughts have taken up too much room. El segundo era como el españolDespacio, apasio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/2067135/ I remember sitting in a ball on my floor.I remember barricading my door.I remember crying until you came home.I remember the blue night through my windowAfraid to close my eyesUntil the glow of your headlights tinted the dark. I remember the brush of the grass,The caress of a summer breezeThat gave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/2040906/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} I thought he could join my canoe.That we wouldn’t be perfect, But we could be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1937667/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} “I’ll have to interrogate any boy you bring home.” “You better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1937666/ Hypnotized. She was not your escapeOr a light in your day.Branded by your kiss,Strangled by your promisesAnd held captive by the thoughtThat someday it could get better-I see that girl and do not recognize her. That gypsy trapped within your stone wallsIs now a prisoner of war.Her temple h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1781630/ Just something I wrote while not in the best mood one day at school. A passive rant if you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1444232/ I'll be up late tonight,Like yesterday.Just wake me up at twilight. Where did you go?You were so intoxicating,My heart is suffocating.I try and remember-But your touches are cold,Your kisses are stale.Why can't I find you?I listen to the slurred words,The stumbling giggles,But I can't hear a th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1409165/ An attempted poem for a boy that means more to people than he credits himself for. Even if he doesn't see it, I do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402296/ Noah and Vesna's fight may end their friendship, and the last tie Vesna has to the town's people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402285/ Vesna has been with the refugee camp for weeks now but the re-arrival of an African slave blurs the lines she thought she knew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402281/ Vesna learns more about Mirela and the deep set animosity between Mirela and the refugee camp's leader, Kahlo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402279/ “You saw what happened out there!”“You shouldn’t interfere, this isn’t your war to fight.” “What…Nikolai an innocent man was tortured and humiliated and you just want to walk away!” “It doesn’t matter! That man was that man, it doesn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402277/ With no memory of where she came from originally, Vesna and brother Nikolai create a new life for themselves in a small, provincial town... at war with itself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402275/ I wrote this a few months ago after ending a relationship in which I faced discrimination, intolerance, religious bias and felt very demeaned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liv15152/1402263/