http://slow.writerscafe.org/Avelina The original writings of author Avelina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For my great grandfather http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1613622/ I am unmasked from certainty,dry witnessed to the stark of dusks fragile disposition.I enjoy the in between meetings of when light transitions;As many before have,and have relished in love as well as sins of self deception.I have sang songs of myself to my core and I assume others have eng.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1613229/ She has taken off her crownso many jewels have fallen off She doesn't cast it aside with anger nor sneer, only fear, to protect the last few gemsI don't think it's because she was too much or not enough or right or wrongSimply to protect what was left and to remind herself that she c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612540/ Strange surrounds me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612535/ Coming to grips with aging http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612533/ How does one begin to covet?By coveting what we see And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?The things you think you need?And your fears? Do they affect your needs?I fear grasping for air, I cannot catch what I want taken away. RegretMy life, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612528/ About Rwanda War http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612524/ Finding http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1612520/ This burden is too much to bear.   I am old now, that of over one hundred eleventy.  My nearest kin, Frodo, I have raised as my own.  It is time to relinquish that of which has brought me great entitlement and dejection. The  journey for good and evil has made its mark .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1474095/ I am stepping out to view myself, to look at what has transformed. I am plaster, I seeth inside and the flames in reach suck on my flesh.Beleaguered unto me that brokenness charges resplendent art. Inflatus to find vestige in crepuscule. Desired comeuppance and guilt proceeds.As does .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1474087/ The most recent memory that comes to her mind is the fight she had with her mother  and no chance to say goodbye.       It has all been said and now the damage has been done.   A wipe of a tear/from a once scorned dry eye.   The pain has be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1474082/ For my grandmother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1474078/ With closed eyes, I am fixated,thoughts that surrender me.  Much like a newborn finds comfort on their mothers’ breast.  Away from the dredge, the noise, the chatter/The only beat is the heart that fuels this body.  Down to the core, alone with the soul, to make s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Avelina/1474073/