http://slow.writerscafe.org/feminamusica The original writings of author feminamusica en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 souvenir of a lovely roadtrip to mendocino years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/1119581/ moon and intuitionpull me toward relationand joyous deliverancefrom outgrown waysI see new possibilitiesbright roads aheadmy feet draw energyfrom fertile groundI am a seamstressa weaver of melodyI bejewel time and spacewith color and soundlights and shadowssmiles and tearsthese are the threadsin my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/983456/ in waitingthis last endhas turned my eyes outkeeps me wonderingopen as a mirrorthe world pours through mesometimes I get a little sadfinding sharp edges cutI bleed and cryor wish to crythe blood is as close as I getI make up all kinds of storiesin my headwhere it’s safeone day I might walk out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/958034/ the self aligns to the selfI step outside of the old constraintsinto clarity and lightthe old is not of meI walk to where I hear new musicheralding a new lifea sweeter, calmer, homier lifea joy, a lightI step from completionby disengaging from the old travailsthis old way that I invested too much an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/952098/ nearing the dark of the moonI honor her with carerespecting the slow timeand the working timeshe informs me of silence I have not asked her yet to singthat will come when she waxeswhen she has new breath,young heartfree spirittoday she is close to deathclose to darkher wisdom is silenceand waitingen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/936840/ I notice as I speak that my voice is far awayI am disengagedbefore it was a haunted place that I lovedmy skull is fullI  remember too muchit pours out of me sometimesothers are a standstillI learn myself inside out and emptyand fill a partfall at heartwhat am I good for? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/923953/ after finding a placewhere I hide from youI see your firefrom a darknesswhere words fall coldyou shine enough for meto look backto a place that shatterswith cuts and slasheslittle by littleyou go from meI clutch the sliversand feel no pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/918493/ remember of the moonover the sky over and intothe space between my eyesmy book words fly outand tether me to the globebut I am high as a kiteon a silver string to the cosmospinks on a paper I cringeas it rustles to the floorand realize too latethat you love things viscerallywith your handsI smile so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/915860/ miss you whether your hair is long or gray it would be sweet to sing with youyour piano strings stretched across space between us I don’t know where you live anymore there was all the time in the world once world enough and time everyone else around me is giving in to it, so I will too by cand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/899715/ crash... with a gentle voicelooking for angelsI was not there where you areI was not thereI creak like an old tree in winterwaiting for the sunthese words fall from me like leavesthe withering is a beautyplease say the witheringis a beautyhold until...hold quietly under the surfaceI have not been he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/887668/ what starts out of nothing?it starts from silencewith a raised handwith the lift of a handfrom silence and stillnessto a gesture that occupiessilence and stillnessfrom there it is never the samefrom the breaking ofsilence and stillnessgrows a fire or a wind or a wave or a shootgrows with lifeout of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/851646/ it's all about perspective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/845006/ unable to reveal to the unknowing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/836569/ YouI shy fromskittisha littleempty that I see in meand not knowingit takes energyawaydrainsmy houseI cannot call itthis animal cornercages mewith kindnessand little patsthat I sufferwith catlike graceremind meof myinvoluntaryconfinementbut it was I,wasn’t itwho handed youthe leash?My eyesca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/829975/ about a sweet piano student I taught when I lived in san francisco many years ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/827795/ when inspiration comes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/827249/ on not fitting in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/826948/ an improvisation on identity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/823552/ stream of consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/818971/ each season's gifts turn the circle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/817005/ "marriage leads to impasse" i read somewhere long ago.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/814757/ this write is actually lyrics to a song I wrote recently and performed recently at a Day of Unity event for Domestic Violence Awareness month at a local university. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/812729/ love, sweet love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/805653/ Venus gives of her bounty to two men in Wales two men with a bottle of broken dreams  a promise about a woman  a daughter? Out there on the shore watching the cold seaI find another name that suits meOne that you can understandEntering the deep cavernWhat are the ways tobe genuine...Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/802098/ upstairs married couple crying and yelling while lonely I sit with my journal below http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/796599/ peel off the layersthe grafted hybrid bloomsand bears strange fruita forced flowering but there are wildweeds and herbsgrowing just outsidethe fencespeaking a languagethat soundsvaguely familiarcalling a namethat could be mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/792769/ clouds whisking across the moon haggard faces on the 28 busthey glance off without catchingthey have nothing to dowith this circle where I standand you would think it wouldbe cold here in the circleicy cold where there areno walls to cut the windbut the wind cuts deepenough to draw bloodand the war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/791034/ I can hardly see you out my windowbut I know you’re therethe last rose of the yearsuspended over the linebetween summer and autumn you hang sweetlyin an upper registerpiercing and crispcool fog slowing your demise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/788401/ hopeful, moving toward connection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/783106/ depressed and suicidal (glad I'm not there now, but honoring that dark place that cycles in and out) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/782284/ stream of consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/782257/ on the edge of a major shift http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/779787/ I feel a tingle at the back of my throat.And today was so chilly. Thenights fall earlier and colderlately. There’s no farther inward I can turn. Hermeticallysealed. It’s best to letthe air in a little at a time.Overexposure would slay me.A little fresh air -a little sunlight. Dose m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/776622/ this is the crackingdiscarding the shellthe new thing is unformed lacking substance it is too young for a name it seems to require a stretch of silencein which to separate itself this is what heaven must be to the unbelieverA void where all that has been known or learned becomes completely irrelevan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/773577/ bless you airlet me taste of youwith my breathingbless you waterlet me taste of you with my mouthbless you earthlet me taste of youwith my bodybless you firelet me taste of youthen put me out! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/772003/ what a wreckage to drag around with onethe bodyhaving disowned itnumbed it out to a hollow shellfeelingless voidvacuum of non-emotionsomewhere having lost or jettisoned the valuablesmistakenlyor out of desperationnow finding jewelsamong the flotsam and jetsampearls unclaspedfrom broken strandsa diam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/771566/  the weight of you is too much for methe weight of me is too much for youthe helpless hopeless demandthat someone else fulfill younudged, proddedlove stings insistentlystill some places where I efface myselfthe little pullsthe leanings in to meI stand off  from you with tiny betrayals.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/769880/ melted into porcelainhours unencumberedwith a weight drainedand a tousled fallanother fallhesitates at the apexclick click clickas the wheels turnand the gears engagethen the mad descenta scream and a dousingas I survive a little death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/769850/ cuts and interferencesthe puny gestures man makesin the face of deathand with it all a silencean unwillingness to admitthe fearwell - I am afraidand unsure how to actI keep my appointments,cancel the commitmentshanging in the futureclear the spaceto be thereand what do I have to offer?“How do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/769481/ overheard this standing in line for a concert years ago, and it was so sweet, it lit up my heart and made my day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767959/ is there something about lovethat pales everything else?look at all the wallsall the substitutesand denialsit’s behind all of thatbut bleeding throughred and violentdraining the colorof everything elsein comparisonthese little self-efficienciesattend to the veneer stained glass skinspun thin a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767943/ you were not enoughfirst an escapepaledthen an encumbrancethat was the abstract cold resistancethe purposeful removalhard and deliberatethere were other considerationslittle encroachmentseven little sweetnessesseeping through thecracks of my reserveand before the reservethere was faith and hopesome .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767937/ there’s one that wants loverosethere’s one that wants musicvervainthere’s one that wants happinessmarigoldthere’s one that wants spiritualitywood aloesthere’s one that wants intuitionmugwortthere’s one that wants sun / light / dayfrankincensethere’s one that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767018/ a couch full of Spikeand newsprintand the small stuffsof our daysscatterings of littlenecessitiespinning down thecornerswith the weight of substanceI float and waveamidst the matterlighter than airand grazing my head on the ceilingtrailing a string of fretsand worriesthe long diapasonrustling with o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767015/ poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/767013/ I am trying to learnwhere you endand I beginwhere we end,if end we do,and begin anewside by sidenot stiflingwith wind between usand room for the sunto surround uswithout shading each other http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/765592/ mistake me no morelet me release youfrom seeing meas what I cannot belet me walk forwardinto the unknownwith a smile of welcomefor what is to comewhatever voices fade into silenceas I walk awaylet them goI am of the new http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/765590/ that unspoken territory of needwhere the curve of your body fits mine still hours of the night hold us together in one handour breaths mingling, our cares abandonedor at least put on a little shelf to be taken up again tomorrowthere in that honesty of night soundsthe even rise and fallmouths open, l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/765589/ this birch tree bower, my havenwhere, stopped - grounded -I stretch my small world into a universebirds provide the music of the spheresin their various notes and turningsI tune myself to their pure harmonywhat need have I of streets  or stores or  moneyI am infiniteand infinitely fulfill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/765585/ forgiveness is the scent the violet leaveson the heel that crushes itas I skip past the violetsthe brightest one makes herself so shiny in the sunlightshe gets picked to go insideoh pretty violetcome spend a monthin a glass bottle on my pianoand listenthen in a song to your sistersI’ll send yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/feminamusica/765577/