http://slow.writerscafe.org/shiloh1987 The original writings of author Shiloh McFadden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776324870 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am not terrified of the black Sparrow that is sitting in the lonely dying tree. Surprisingly he watches me on foggy nights when I feasting upon an overcooked bird. What is it I yell while throwing green vegetables at the window top?Stupid Sparrow at my window top why, why I; go watch another m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shiloh1987/1497838/ I can not shape my heart with a stroke of a pen nor can I love with a whisper,I sleep with a quiet lover and I wake to a lonely bed, I can't even dream of her hands or the colors of her eyes, So much hatred flowing through my screams,Yelling at the mirror in front of the bed, "What a beas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shiloh1987/1497584/