http://slow.writerscafe.org/cassie58 The original writings of author Chris Shaw en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779818089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 these days the world spins uneasy teetering on its heavy axis outside the piercing cries of a vixenrent the starless night sky calling for her cubs relentless wandering in the unknown exploring away from home i pause and reflect maternal values can’t be bought can&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3135157/ the scent of heather carries on a waft of purple passion it stirs a sense of longing and pulls on ragged seams it swells like rivers flooding on the plains of sad destruction a recalling of unsettled in the restless part of me where it comes from i can’t tell you though i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3134820/ i recall a crow as black as pickaxed coal frantic on dampened ground the sound of its distress playing along repetitivescreeching on scratched vinyl the early air disturbed a lifeless 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