http://slow.writerscafe.org/stewynofly The original writings of author ALiteRead en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776088578 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 meetingsgoing on foreveralways talkingnever actingusually getting in the wayif not outright obstructingprogress is made in spite of themrank and file almost always saving their assesmanagementgotta love emnot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/786195/ just silly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/778498/ love is only for givingit cannot be heldit will elude you if you trybut give it and it returns tenfoldlove is like reflectionsreflections go on foreverwhen i was a little kidi used to go into my grandmother's bedroomwhere there were two mirrorsand i would try to count the reflectionsi knew they went.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/735956/ unconsummated love,insistent yet unquenched.there is a bitter sweetnessthat is at once wonderful and discouraging,connected as we are by the stuff thoughts are made of.touching hearts that remain solitary,fleeting yet substantial, sometimes it is more real than reality... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/733185/ Mother In Law has a huge collection of dolls. (Creeps me out) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/732759/ when once againI've found my friendand together we share what's newI thank my starsas I've traveled farI have a friend like youfor with my friendtime and againI find we do agreeon many thingsand what life meansit's eye to eye we seearm in armat risk of harmtogether we shall gointo the nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/727678/ Brandi a drink that is hard to takeshe also is harsh just like her name sakebeen hurt still hurting she lashes outand with a whisper she tries to cry outnot knowing the answersnot willing to listenwith pleas of confusionshe gives us a missionwith words too manyand thoughts too fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/693135/ It should have been her little brother that she was dragging after just having killed him and eaten his heart.  Blood still fresh on her lips.  Gore and flesh clinging to her fingernails.  Instead it was just her little rag doll, torn and tattered from years o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/691669/ Walking into the roomNot a word says heWith hood on his headCan he actually seeHe moves real slowWith deliberate intentHis energy conservedHis time well spentWhile waiting his actionI think my last thoughtsI wish I'd done betterI should not have been caughtI'm innocent I swearI did not do itHe's hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/691537/ In late autumn,When leaves have turned,And the air is chill,Thoughts turn to growing up in PA.Walks through the woods,In early morning.Catching a glimpse of a white tail,Hearing those birds that haven't left.Smell of smoke,From chimneys nearby,Smells of leaves starting to decay,The look of bare .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/691535/ Like most modern day workers, Hamlet enters the break room and immediately starts to complain... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/691156/ standing here arms wrapped tight eyes closed swaying slightlylistening to the sounds of each others lifethere is melody in your breathingrhythm in your heartbeatwonder in your eyesand beauty in your spiritto say you complete mewould not begin to explore the depths of my feelings for y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/691152/ as I sip cautiously from this cup called lifeI am aware of eyes upon mesensing another's interestI look up from my contemplationsto see nothingno one theremust have been my imaginationit seems to play tricks on menow and againunknown and unnoticedI wander my path aloneno one here but meI sense .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690985/ Giving BlessingsFrom His OwnThe Giver givesBut remains unknown.The masses ponderupon his nature.Yet cannot beginTo imagine his grandeur.From where did he come?Was he here at the start?I can't comprehend HimI'm just not that smart.My faith is firmOr that's what I sayBut sometimes I wonderAm I easily .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690980/ Whenever I have time to thinkThen thinking's what I do.I sit and ponder many thingsAnd sometimes ponder few.I sit and think and think and sitAnd when the end's at handI stand up, flush, approach the sinkAnd then I wash my hands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690977/ the cries of my soul in anguishare merely whimpers never heardwhat seem to be primal screamsare thoughts barely whisperedI call out at the top of my lungsyet not a sound comes forthfor my voice is constrictedwith a tightness that startsdeep within my beinga fear so greatI can barely breatheand yelli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690975/ Some things are kept in a special placeThe place I call my heartI put you there the day we metI knew right from the startRight next to things both great and smallThings only I would knowThe things from life we gatherAs along our path we goThings like my dog when only threeAnd my first two wheeled bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690606/ Lunch with the girls is fine with meWe chat and laugh and dineWe talk of this and talk of thatAnd have a good old timeSometimes there's one, or maybe twoSometimes it's three or moreAnd every time we go to lunchI try to hold the doorBut chivalry is dead you seeAnd sometimes others whineThey fight to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690096/ sun is up I thinkhard to telllight fog hanging lowlooking out over the waterwatching gentle waves lapping onto the rocks of the jettysitting, listening, beingenjoying the sites and soundsof life on the waterfronti can hear the wavesslowly advancing and retreatingthe wind blowing flags and sailson th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690095/ From a true life event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/690089/ one day when I was wanderingthru wooded hill and dalea sight I thought I'd never seeright there in the traila couple was a-coupling they were there in the pathI had no choice but to step overstruggling not to laughthey were surprised to see mecoming down the trailand so was I to see them thereh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/689611/ From whence they cameTo where they goThe questions for the day.Some proclaimThat they may knowBut know not what they say.For when one knowsHis knowledge showsHis chest will swell with pride.For all will knowThe truth he showsThey see he has not lied.His fame will spreadBoth near and farChildren will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/689508/ Humorous look at the problems of aging. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stewynofly/689481/