http://slow.writerscafe.org/rachelsambrown The original writings of author RSB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058282 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wander.Snow covered mountains, sprinkled with bare trees and broken homes, overlook a pale blue sea of ice.  She wanders the rink, neck craned, eyes fixed on sunny, clouded sky.  Blind to the slow duress of the ground beneath her.  Crackles spread, still she wanders.  Weak founda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/2001236/ There you areSitting pretty upon thin, blackened, well-manufactured sheets.You’re dark, you’re bold, and you have no hesitation.  That throne is yours and can fit no other.There are countless seats like itAnd they are all yoursThey’ve always been yours andThey will forever be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1874024/ Silence - Does it inspire?That remains a mystery For it has never presented itself to me. Does pure reticence exist or is it merelyTheoretical? How can I write about silence while I’m forever surrounded by noise?  The same way your neighbor can write about you…Not very well.Depicti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1872751/ All that is real is - now.  Then, without warning, it catapults into a vast collection of memorabilia far too quickly for its audience to appreciate everything it has to offer. They’re left stranded - starving - for another moment handcrafted with millions of beautiful particles to see, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1870341/ We sit down for dinner, she and I Her tired green eyes are so lovely.Tired they may be, But they still shimmer.She is beautiful,She is kind,And she is mine.Can I take her with me? She passes the salt.No, that would be selfish.I don’t have to ask - She knows I always use extra salt on myMashed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1869962/ Every photo I take shows a snapshot of 10 years ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1868287/ An incredibly short piece drawing a metaphor between two poor victims: an innocent little fly and a kind man who's done nothing wrong, nonetheless his peers simply didn't like him upon meeting him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1867985/ A poem describing the soul of a serial killer from birth through his childhood to present day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1867975/ The library is my temple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1867974/ A short poem depicting the theoretical view of the third dimension from both the fourth and second dimensions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelsambrown/1867969/