http://slow.writerscafe.org/Salesman The original writings of author Dave en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013548 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 UNOPENED BOOKS Night after night she sits naked on a unshared bed breathing in the cool air. The dreams of her youth lay scattered on the dark floor. Her hair hangs long across her shoulders and the soft pearl moon lights her form, not young, not old. The silence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966312/ SHOOTING STARS �"A HOLOCUST STORYEvening,It is a quiet timewith supper on the table.papa laughs about his day, momma shares the latest gossipthen shakes her finger making uspromise not to tell. Slowly the days changed,papa didn’t go to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966311/ THESNOW GLOBE �"A SILENCE OF SNOW  Istand looking up, watching the light from the tall window  it turns the blowing snow slightly blue, andthe wind whispers through my life going from white to blue to white.  Asmall boy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966310/ ALL OF OURYESTERDAYS     Think of this trading of eyes and flesh and bonefor something new. Did you think that you had all of the tomorrowsThat all of your yesterdays were not a miracle entrusted to you. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966306/ BROWN FROCK COAT I have offend wonderedwhere all of theseused words go after wespeak themAfter we chew them andspit each outlike some over ripepeach. What of those trulygreat words that once spoken keepson speakingfor a life timeThe o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966305/ THE BOXWOOD TREE AND THE GRAVEYARD MAN           Inhale the rich damp smell of theSoil  dredged up from far below. Then heaped upon Green grass, and covered.  See the fakeness of their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966304/ Loneliness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966301/ fun poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1966299/ A TENEMENT ON JONESSTREET A string of clear ropelights hang overhead. “Those are stars” shesaid. “We can’t see the realones from here so these will haveto do.”But the wine is real, as the cap is unscrewed. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1955042/ Black heartless coalconsuming my soulevery time I descendinto that hole. Night shift never seeing the warm grey light of the day. A madding dream,A sudden rumble,A widow’s scream,A black hearse pullsaway.The end of one man’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Salesman/1955041/