http://slow.writerscafe.org/aprongal The original writings of author McScoop en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Winter(For C.S.)much as firebefriends a little brushand climbs -  from ground, to trunk, and last, that branch -so, too, was I, and am I, andon those daysbusy is a friendthat steps me away.I lean into the ordinary.I sink.but where your face touches me,where the long full of your arm inters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprongal/1727096/ the last timewe cooked togetherwasa long ways back,salmon and iced water,sliced lemons, limes.sat on the back porch,--you pointed,five trees, not one --your eyes? impossiblyimpossiblygreennever forget itnever. you kissed meevery star I told you.it's bound to, that we pull awaynot fast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprongal/1727095/ The letterThenwe were younger,your hair in my hands,(edited out txt), always, your indifference,your trust, your kindness.Pulling back,returning, three years withno force of love.Stone ripples not somewherebut everywhere: You.I hoped it was an accident,a card with sentiments, justsomething you grabb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprongal/1727094/  Jan 23 2014there is a place you goasthe ship  goes out in the darkness.we know it is the sea, it is there,right there,like a dark awl drilling into the depth,surfacing only slightly, and then not in days,today it is bright, I have contentment for hours,and not of your making,i f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aprongal/1726788/