http://slow.writerscafe.org/YCounts The original writings of author Y. Counts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163631 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Been having deep dreams lately, fears and such. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/259026/ the neighbor's quiet, sweet cows shared an afternoon's inspiration with me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/243568/ What happenedthe day your little wet gills            fused into skinand you became less ethereal,more bound by a body?You only shiveredwith the business of creation-a daily miracle buzzingbelow layers of tissues.A something-fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235679/ I am shaded and safe,here under my many-colored canopyof gently turning leavesand low slung branches.The living arms outstretchedand bent lowcreate the wooded circle where I live.I could fall deepinto the void of mindhere below the leaves,      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235665/ It’s the lonely night of the soul.Those quiet sagging hours in the middle,when dark is darkest,and if you can’t sleep,yours are the only eyes blinking. The time when babies cryand mothers cryto keep them company. We touchand find some samenessin this lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235654/ My enemy looks just like me.Funny, thought I’ve seen            you around before.You have the same slow burning fears            and desperate hold onto nothing as I do.Are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235653/  What shapes we make,            we pilgrims of chance!How we carve out the world,            and leave each other           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235649/ We believe we are only these bodies.But they bleed or are already broken. We need the bad news to realizethat we were safe once. Is it too much to askto Be Here Now?A simple taskthat gets flooded with many thoughts.  Can it really be that easy?Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235648/ There is a red sunburning behind my eyes.A place of resistance to my blinking open to seethe world’s colors turning strange            around me.Here, behind the veil,sounds become more real,echo deeper, have more meaning... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235646/  I'm supposed to feel connected,while I glide along in my sterile space pod,somehow alike with the otherswho amass and dwellwithin this beating commune of souls.We all bring forth our young.We all pay the taxmanwith his drooly grin.But my thoughts shiftand stray from the mun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235645/ The moon finally saw me tonight.It’s eye escaped the darkness            and blindly sought me, alone.Standing.Looking.And it brought with its glimmer            a revelati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/235643/ It is the me that is not me.It's the sack of myselvesthat I pack so heavy.I invent all my look-alikesand complain how they pretend to be me. I chose each appropriate to howmy will may be served-how I might dazzle the dumb,pluck pity from my foes,ridicule ones for thier fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/219297/ The body is a myth.We believe in its clocklike stanceand its recipes for self-cures.(it's deep winds and it's subtle flutters)We know it's one side,the one we can touch,the one we sense with.But only the surgeonwith his crockery and napkins,knows the level of our brains and ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/YCounts/219273/