http://slow.writerscafe.org/davina The original writings of author Davina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/2178530/ Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/2178529/ Short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/2178528/ Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/2178526/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/2058166/ BOWL OF CLEMENTINES He needs a bowl of clementines,To feed his starving mutt.He’s forgotten all his valentines,Since the voices showed up.Honeyedwords whisper of a holy mission,They’vegot him now,Hebelieves in the vis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1862057/ An awfulloneliness had come to clothe her well for Winter ahead.Busy icyfingers draping her in robes of dreary, deep moss green.  Though shemight have had rags instead.He hadleft,As thebirds fled,Raggedy scavengersin the sky,Remindingher of his perpetua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1838611/ If I had my way I would take him up from his grave with pristine flesh, Memory purged clean of his death day.The stolen child with dancing, laughing eyes, Or the child grown full to the man, It matters not who comes at all.Stolen child I would devotedly mind until he had grown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1838282/   If I were made of glass, Life would become an impossible task. I’d know only fear, hold nobody dear,  My fate to stand terribly still, Mylife empty of any new thrill. From inside the glass, I’d watch life spinning by, Never knowing of touch, Of a swing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1837346/ BelovedTall now, strong, clear  mind, elegant of heart, what a wonder it was he had come from her at all.Inexorable shame ever present at her own meagre abilities for the task, would gain him nothing good, she knew.Yet to challenge her usefulness for the role,it's looming inevitabilit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1711902/ Boy SoldierFeet encased in clown shoes, Polished high with a military shine,Pop-eye arms with fists of steel at his beck and call.A spell-binding orator of damning truths, a talented teller of lies,He is the boy who cried wolf,And the boy who just cried, Father's stony voice from behind th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1711879/ I wish to present myself for Failure, Abysmal, abject failure, Should it transpire to be my fate.Though a lifetime of cowardly skulking perhaps has made me late?.But if this fellow Failure is indeed my dinner date,I'll toe the line and be on time, I'll be sublime.I'll be a gushing, gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1666312/ To put his pain away is what I'd like to do, That which exists for him in his today and all of his tomorrows.To gather the aches and agonies into my arms, Not forgetting his coming sorrows.I would indulge him with ceaseless contentment. For this egregious act, I feel not at all repent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1666305/ Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davina/1665133/