http://slow.writerscafe.org/rivercross The original writings of author _nymphofthecross_ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775240240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How far has this tunnel taken me?down a false hope and up a blankened visagemy hopes and fears are colliding every second to make up myshiveringI hope you will never see me againbecause I belong here without the maskof a desecrated templetables overturned, goats loose, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1614109/ Am I the dove? You said so sweetthe bringer of peace, tho the thorn may release us;break the chains of our jugular blue.Am I the dove? That rivets the city yearningin mirrored scrapers to the Everlasting sky?Whose wings, like books, descend quietly upon iron boughsto give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1614106/ September 3Sweet forgetfulness! How you always come round againA green laced child in frothy clothes, inflammableAs he pulls berries from the Masters shrubsHis teeth bared in the allspice morningSharp as Benjamins wolvesLissome as the white of creek foamWho does not r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1614105/ Lost: Zoastrian Smirking Snake2 & ½ heads, 24 “I’s”, 1,176 thoughts in her head at a time or maybe its mine headKabbalah lost ½ of her leftmost head in a battle with the Mongol empire. That’s what she told me. She didn’t like to talk about herself but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1613112/ Emptied Eyes { Fawns } “Would you feed on men of the East, dear, or the West?” the oldest sister asked steadily, emphatically, an inquisitive bend in her wrist as she combed her sisters’ oatsap hair. Said the youngest sister to the eldest wind of their prairie homestead in her rueb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1612979/ Yesterday I dyed my hair green. The snakes were originally blue but now they are permanently green. They talk to me when I am walking down the city street. They say nasty things to me that noone else can hear. You used to say they were my friends but I don’t believe that anymore. They talk to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rivercross/1612976/