http://slow.writerscafe.org/sakiasen The original writings of author sakiasen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776182371 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life is my paradox.I am caught between apposing forces that simultaneously delight and confuse my sight and feelings.Brother, son, free-lance indentured servant for hire, counselor, replacement for ten souls that have already passed, all of these I have come to be and more.I do not write down my tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1463562/ Two pieces of bread, sea gulls!The murder cries defianceI toss them more soul, sight dims.A sign says to my world"Free coffee Fridays"Thank souls for food; rain drops http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1463535/ Description of gifts found along different streets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1431773/ Foot-prints vanishingChaos in sea storm  Tears streak down my face I am home for you My spirit soaring today Heart in your pocketKeep it safe alwaysMemories drift in my mindAll I see is her      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1431756/ Untie the anchor                          In floatwater traps                                            &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1431742/ Flowing across the walkways of cities, announcers ofsuccessful marriage ceremonies move treetop to rooftop like plastic bags caughtwithin a desolate gust across immeasurable lengths of humanity.Pigeons accept food from the hands of rich and poor without prejudges.    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1425378/ Yellow beams of light turn the insides of my lids red It's good to feel another day gone is the past's dread, heavier then leadBlue conveys the secrets of life regretfully such a thing only resides behind my cat's eyesalong with the thankful thought that I do not know the world's lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1425352/ Just another question http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1423813/ The unexpected journey of an anti-hero http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1423766/ The tides of change with all the signs ofthe deranged shows our city the fate that accompanies the burden of wearing amaskJust ask the nightly chameleons the reasonfor such a drastic change in taskFrom group to group they run; it is nottheir wish to be one of the last From lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1423762/ The nightlight fears of birds and squirrels alike http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sakiasen/1423755/