http://slow.writerscafe.org/LupusTacita The original writings of author LupusTacita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776212303 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Grasping  We are teetering, can you see these pale fingertips?Clasping to this cliff side grows more treacherous every day, I can’t help but feel myself slipping, falling away.I’ve done all I know, but it’s only slid me further,Gravity along wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1519872/ Words  Words can bear so much, so little, within meager frames.They can bring about the rise of an empire, Or spur the sedition of oppressed peoples.The lightest feather bringing empires to their knees.So why do we take our language and bastardize?We strip i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1516307/ Structure’sDesolation   Wading through the debris and the dead,I cannot help but question the choices we have made.The paths we have followed, leading us to this desolate place.Through the dust down here no light pierces the veil, But I make out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1513037/ Puppets You see them across the room, strokes of fate awhirl,Peripheral sight catches peripheral sight and becomesstatic.  If the universe, as they love to say, is unerringly erraticWhy then do some strings seem to entwine so? To what puppet master do I o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1513035/ Mirror  You forced all these things I didn’t want to seeUntil all that remained were nightmares in place ofdreams.Pushing and pulling at the tender bits left of my soul.How could I ever tell you no?Things I thought could have been averted became readily.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1513034/ TheWandering Soul  Birthed in the sapphire seas of the Caribbean, alreadymatching such beauty.She was set to make her home where her heart resided. To travel, and learn, and live, and never risk stagnation.For the wandering soul does not abide the structures and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1513033/ The Raven A child of the South but fair as the North,Eyes of ice, with a jet mane.She walked in, paralyzing all who stopped and stared,Like the Ancient Grecians’ very bane.But will I be made of stone as well? Or break and feed of the very freedomSh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1513032/ Short story following two key characters from future book series. Essentially, I'm using the short story as a way to acclimate to writing within the universe and test out/find my style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1417345/ His chest crested with every rapid breathtaken,And fell with every sharp exhale.In disbelief and shock, he stood and simplystaredAt the lifeless body lying, exactly where itfell.  His hands began to shake as the realizationlanded.The pistol melted from his grip a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1414410/ Gypsy souls know no roots nor foundation, They know only the wind.It carries them where none else may go,Singing lyrics the envy of bards and minstrels,Whatever may come is not but the flow. Life is but correlated paths through a forest, Not matters but the scenery... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1414404/ All but destroyed by the invisible beast within,I lie battered and broken, shards of my mind abound.Lacerated and bleeding, losing everything to sin.But the warmth of light, and the faintest of sound. It is a voice not unlike my own, but fierce, unyielding.I am battered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1407999/ It lives within that deep, lightless abyss,Always hidden hence rarely seen.Those looking will continually missAnd those found will wish themselves less keen. It is a monstrosity, an uncaring beast. I can never cut these ties that bind.Sitting in the dark, it grows, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusTacita/1407997/