http://slow.writerscafe.org/Timblack1927 The original writings of author Timblack1927 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776263105 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Here I lay, stuck in the snow. Like in my dream, I call for help, but no one can hear me scream. In the past, I would pray and find temporary peace. When you live in a fantasy, that temporary peace is soothing to the soul. When I awake from the fantasy, I stopped praying. Now no longer a dream, I la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timblack1927/1642976/ 22 Veterans die each day, this is in their honor, and those struggling today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timblack1927/1642975/ I sit on the edge of my father’s lakeFishing pole in hand, hope to get a catchWhat’s off in the distance? Slithering snake. Slowly advancing, I remain for a match The Damn thing puts a cigar in his mouthThen puts on a fedora and a bowHallucination not, not this far southDamn yankee .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timblack1927/1642973/ Dear constants of life, we fail to thank youYou have been faithful since the genesisEach morning your glory rises, so trueBeaming rays off your bounty. Exodusthe human mind of rationality.Our poor souls feed off the elites spinningThoughts orbiting the realm. Divinity,We are the death ears, the blin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Timblack1927/1642971/