http://slow.writerscafe.org/LittleFruit The original writings of author Tim en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A dancing violinist feels the power of music consume her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1998405/ A personifying poem expressing bitterness at winter's arrival. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1996701/ "A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder." - Susan Orlean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1994249/ A poem based on my walk in a riverside forest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1994231/ Local waterway dry? Offer the creekbed four pourings of water boiled with herbs & recite the incantation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1994072/ A paganistic hymn to be recited before a burning fireplace, accompanied by the offerings of dried plants and spices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1992707/ Mother Death plays the flute that will someday be heard by us all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1987813/ For thousands of yearsThere have been predicted Apocalypses and world endsBy gods and Nature's forcesWho would have ever thoughtOur tiny little planet's ecosystems Would end by Mankind's hands? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1977787/ Without music, life is a journey through a desert. - Pat Conroy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1971300/ Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. - Albert Camus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1971298/ The auctioning of a group of enslaved prostitutes in an ancient seaside city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1971291/ Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality." - Emily Dickinson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1971050/ Every egg was a dreaming spiritOrganic mirrors for the UniversePossibilities yoked in amniotic fluidThe Universe has taken them backAnd fashioned new mirrors from them  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1970656/ A tsunami of stinging sand, thundering currents swirling An inner hailstorm of uncuraled instincts against outer chaos Time has settled the desert storm, & beneath graceful dunes The bodies slumber throughout aeons  Beneath the surface of silken waves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1970639/ Just beyond a mystical village, a puzzling tribute descends from the skies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968882/ Feel this connection Across cosmic distances Death smiling at Life  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968641/ In dunes now aboveDistant, ever-watchful starsRaptors call their mates  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968640/ Long-necks gliding pastAmmonites flitting in swarmsAncient primal reefs  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968639/ Stone tomb of artworkStory frozen since eonsStatue of a soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968637/ “Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” ― Edgar Allan Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1968160/ Surprising artwork Sleek canvas, soft abrasions Happy sun-yellow  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964977/ Only the darkened expanses lead to purgatory。 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964696/ She awakens beneath the mare - what does she see? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964694/ Was it a dream that led her from her bed to her grave, or something else entirely...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964692/ How does the experience of demonic possession feel from the inside? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964688/ Owned by a demon & imbued with terrors, the crate of phobias contains a menagerie of carnivorous, supernatural terrors。 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964687/ Although they promise release from the world of woes, the owners of the Sweetshop of Dreams possess a much more insidious nature beneath their candied exteriors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleFruit/1964685/