http://slow.writerscafe.org/braelewis The original writings of author Brae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031211 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wanted to create a new genre, bluegrass sci-fi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1779636/ Here we go Like the dust bowl families that went before Learning to stretch the bread and milk to last through the desert And still found gritty smiles for the shadowy photographs Here we go again And in the dim cold of each morning, the tedious rituals we wobble through&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1745959/ Leopard in a snow white dress, you float across the world Soft as a lotus petal and strong as iron, I see the elegance in your step The way the sand moves, and the moon behind jungle clouds These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that shake and weave before you, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1745958/ Like mango Spilling into the sky And the gasp that follows, our surprise at this splash of sudden beauty And under the brown skin of this tropic river Currents whisper deeper than we ever knew And although my eyes cannot connect the water with the sky My heart sees wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1745956/ Old Man Bozart was a cadaverous fellow. We neverasked his age, but one of the old ladies at the bingo parlor said he was over90. His nose almost touched his chin, and his beady little eyes sparkled likediamonds when he played his fiddle.We met him at one of the many fiddle contests inRed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1740279/ Yep, it all started with that dilapidated pawnshop banjo my dad brought home when I was 15. That dusty, two string no-bridgebanjo that I played like a bongo until the day I decided to find more strings.The problem was, I was a hippy kid without anallowance, and dad was big on self sufficie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1740277/ My experience with Kirtan Music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739672/ Yep, I learned music all on my own...and, I learned the banjo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739545/ I love teaching music, and playing around the campfire with others. Sometimes I wonder when it all started... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739544/ It was once said that were the meaning of life to be known laughter would ring from the rooftopsAnd in worlds next to ours from subatomic  to supernova time steps backward and the mad hatter laughs in that land between yes and noCan you taste the tea? If so, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739542/ Even in the passing flash of images sliding, liquid, down the digital walls of our perceptions I can see your eyes They are hauntingly familiar, hawk like holding the same fierce truth as Cleopatra’s When she braved the swords of a thousand menAnd it pierces me, the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739541/ Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in ParadiseOne small misprint And all the Kings men Have been running backward Ever since And the clock strikes everywhere but now In Baby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739156/ Long flew the carrion crow to find this feat they came over frozen seas pale as winter roses and along the jagged edge of the ivory coast they drifted over forests forgotten by men where green eyed lions turn and pace and iron mountains ringed with fire stab t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/braelewis/1739147/