http://slow.writerscafe.org/RussianSlovak The original writings of author Hunter Muirhead en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106258 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Earth has burned. The planet hasbecome nothing more than an ash in the field at the dawn of night. Everyorganic human has simmered in a spark of nuclear cleansing. Humankind hasvanished. Clouds blanket the planet’s sky as if to hide the home world from thefield of Sol and the galaxy at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747277/ Modern EnglishLost to imperial |black eagle of sinWhose stench sorotten | of rancid cattle,The lion passes |into monasteriesLeaving behind its |boiled shepherd’s tongue.Middle EnglishThree lions now seek| Alba’s golden grassThree li-ohns now seek | A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747228/ Modern EnglishCrown-King ofGothland | flew to Alba’s gold.Winter’s North windfollows | for one touch of venom.Snake’s tonguewhispers five | sons who raze the voiceOf a wild rose with |the scent of an AngliiMiddle EnglishThe cherche brother |flew in the blue.The chur-cheh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747224/ Modern EnglishHere begins the tale,| and tells of a voiceWho’s natural rootslie | in Angulus landThe Anglii people, | whosekin of EnglandTheir fortune tellsof | the great migrationMiddle English           &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747220/ It has taken me along time to get here, where I could reach out my hand and touch the water ofthis lake. Finally, after all the cards I have played my perfect hand hasarrived; it is almost too easy to feel the water pulse between my bitterfingers. Again, it is almost too easy to itch away th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747217/ Initiate data recoveryI.O honor to thee SSD, now thou havepast their organic life thou have gone as one synthetic lifeOne thy memory bank, thou executecommands unto the synthetic onesOne organic life has ended and inthy conscious mind, they have executed commandsO transfer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747215/ Daybreak dews over blemished tilesLike a teardrop of sweltered sweat over my poresI wheel above the floorWith spores and a fruiting bodyThe sun inflames into columns of gruesome fields of muskRecovering tickets, tracks, and trainsPossessing the same motionless white fervor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747212/ Darling don’t go lusting throughthat luminous land The regret could never bring backyour dull blind eyeOnce I heard that sacred sound inthe saraband  Let’s look past their foolishteardrop lies and withstandThat plaguy Mediterranean hang flyDarling don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RussianSlovak/1747209/