http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jacobcstamper The original writings of author Jacob Carlos Stamper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066056 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All that ever came from those shadows that the trees did catchwas just another lonely wordthat got lost in the loneliness of the night.Like lights do,like people do,like sounds, and words, and buildings do.Like all the feet of every carpeted floor,in every world,being lifted up and into bed.Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jacobcstamper/1711261/ Sweeping is the movements of the handsthat guide the light,that bend and mendbroken things and tattered cloth.And just as swift,swings forth the leg.And just as shining,all soaked in lightand beating with breath,comes forth the batting eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jacobcstamper/1705432/ All the buzzing carsof  this-Our land and home which we rest our heads upon-They wake with proud and rolling roars,bellows that shake our bones,and take our legs,and lift them up from out of bed.All the little men,with little phones and messy hair,drink their coffee all alone,and smile at the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jacobcstamper/1704614/ Soft and lilac,calmly rolling 'cross my chest.'cross the roll of the open fields,'cross the wide plains, the trees, the birds and their encircling songs.Soothing and warm,your hands,your nails.They trace the boundaries of the sky and point where it may end.Where the beauty will meet the living.they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jacobcstamper/1704219/