http://slow.writerscafe.org/thymeandplace The original writings of author Thyme13 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776214115 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mixing personal memoir and fantasy, this story follows a young man on his journey to find the right words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1666298/ Breathe.It is almost overthe end is nowhere in sightbut you are tired,your bones settled there in the bed,we know your exhaustion.Breathe.I will hold you,I stopped for you and now I supportyour head in my arms, a lover'stender touch. I dry the tears fromyour check.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1458755/ This contains adult content. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1458754/ Mad with power, the thorn'dcrown never gave you this right,a ravenous hunger for the flesh,not of wine or blood, but tearsaged thousands of years.All pomp and ceremony,intersecting lines reflect as fear onmy face.I am different and they know.The lords of this empty tomb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1458752/ A few good menstrode out of the shattered Tienanmen Square:a scene rife withstrife, sadness, and despair.Those same figures,as I recall, were definitely thereflipping the switch,holding the wire, for the first electric chair.These nameless,faceless figuresthese agents offat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1450457/ One of my first stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1449409/ A call to action in essay format. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448027/ Short Story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448025/ A very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448024/ Very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448023/ A man is missingin every photo of myyouth. He is gone,a Sasquatch or ayeti,only outlines andblurredextremities.Crafting scissorssharpas scalpels, Mothercarefully dissectsmemoriesremoving the geneticdonor.The now dusty,yellowed album,Pruned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448021/ There is no sickle’scompass, no place foryou to hide, thereis simply the truth now:Death is not what Ifear, I must admit,for what I fear isfar worse a fate thanthe oblivion thatmay await foryou and I. For inthe face of certaindoom I still shiverand quake for I kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1448020/ Black coat fadedfrom servicebetrays its oldmaster (now quiet, cold and dead)Folded flagsmean nothing tothose they'regivento, even theflag betraysthe man-What goodis fabric to thedead?-I sit in thedead Texas heatin his stiffpea-coatwatching as thisfol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1447677/ My great grandmother's tears made theoceanwhen she crossed the sea:salt for every face left behindfor every brother, three.I never cry muchperhaps my ducts are all dried upGrandfather is gone now,drowned in the drink:his red wine river clotted,poisoned, choked before the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1447675/ A historically based play on the life and times of Ida B. Wells in a One-Act format. If this is being considered for publication, I have a copy with correct formatting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thymeandplace/1447673/