http://slow.writerscafe.org/Empress%20Penguin The original writings of author Theresa C Newbill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997073 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Robert Brian Newbill June 30, 1969-July 3, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/707337/ When one door closes, another one opens:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706799/ Shih Ching Poem (or my attempt at one) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706794/ The beauty of normalcy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706789/ Bad Girls love Bad Boys:) Sometimes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706772/ Music and a love for freedom and life:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706769/ Prose Poetry~about love, life, death, friendship, and AIDS. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706486/ I knew a woman who used to hold up pictures with piano wire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706462/ I knew a woman who used to hold up pictures with piano wire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/706460/ Love, food, drink, and a little bit of white magick:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705571/ Witches have no choice about being witches, they just are... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705538/ “I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t, and she, she did.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705278/ “It won’t happen to me, Mommy.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705273/ Caution. This story contains graphic violence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705271/ The moon rose empty, a bad sign... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705270/ The dynamics of interpersonal relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705268/ To cast a spell, a fire, the crackle and hiss; you cannot steal anything; you cannot give anything away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705240/ where the tequila is warm and the writing, cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705236/ I chuckle, wondering what the color of broken hearts is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/705169/ For all the gossips in this lovely world! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704787/ Conversations With Jimi Hendrix ~ the king of cool:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704776/ So, I will offer you this instead; the words that will never refuse you, even as they challenge you, the words that sort through the facade aiming for the truth, the words you will find attractive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704773/ Channeling Jim Morrison...my idol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704771/ Being a New Yorker has allowed me to quickly appraise situations, making decisions that comforted me, that permitted me the colorful, passion of act and freedom I always wanted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704453/ Piano music diminishes now, as dusk rises slowly, fearful of having entered such a desolate space... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704425/ He thinks he has fooled everyone, and that the realism within his world of fantasy, has purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Empress-Penguin/704415/