http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nkroush The original writings of author Nicole Roush en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775993012 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A life lost too soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/2161765/ You are like the prelude to my story, the punctuation to my end;  You enrich me.You walk towards me and I watch the edges of the world blur; You amaze me. I fall into your eyes ; You see me. My hands in yours is like coming home; You restore me. My skin has fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1955541/ You have mistaken the sweetness of fruit.You have mistaken its identity with thetaste of its wet skin dripping into a clusterof sugary silk. Its presents is as heavy as a whisper fallen on a wind.Yet, every sweet speck of its texture has a purpose.What it takes to ripen under a burning sun is c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953743/ Oh when the cold lurks past our doors,we gypsies love your heated seats.Stars guide our weary hearts,better yet, headlights show the streets. We journey together,one heartbeat echo’s for all.My people voice together,next stop, the nearest mall! Charms of wisdom and luck,som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953716/ A display of warmth and blush would once make its way down the tree.Gracefully it left, like a final bow at the end of a play; so frail, yet, quite tender to the eyes of the admiring audience.Mornings pass dressed in suites and ties, carrying a briefcase of winter clouds.Mucky leaves now slop their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953468/ If I could, I would sleep all day and wake in the brilliant night.Day expects too much.Day expects grass to be green; the sky to be blue.So intense, so proud the sun, that nothing else can shine,Selfishly casting shadows to anyone who gets in her way.The night is dazzling and humble.The night is dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953466/ Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship. Potentially harmless. A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life it once had. Just past the corpse the sign comes into view: "Detour" The break up begins. No apologies, no explanations. Just m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953464/ Our minds are God. Regardless of faith; we begin and end with it.Regardless of our dreams and the pillows they fall on. Regardless of our time and the clocks they hide in.Our mirrors with the movie reflections. Regardless the ants and the picnics we bring them.Our cars we drive and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953461/ I woke this morning...and immediatelytripped and fell on parts of yesterday.Parts left undone; parts left unfolded.Like unworn clothes draped over chairs; yesterdays words drape my mouth.Words roll over my lips like dried dough.Licked and moistened to be cut into anyshape that can be given a na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nkroush/1953460/