http://slow.writerscafe.org/Casey_Luther The original writings of author Casey Luther en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970675 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have lied to myself and allowed myself to be beaten. I am not who I once was out of fear and out hunger and I wish not to feel the agony of exhaustion on my brow any longer. I now wear my mask of gentility and servitude to please my husband who I have been sold to like cattle. Be silent like a pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085768/ White walls are just white walls unless you do something about it. She did. With a pair of scissors she cut out every flower from every magazine, postcard, and greeting card she could find until the entire wall was nothing but a paper garden of her own making. Red roses, white roses, purple violets,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085757/ Edgar Allen Poe confronts his demons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085748/ I grew up on an old road in a town you wouldn't even know. Where the magnolia trees become shadows against a violet sky. We don't have fancy stores or high dollar cars just a gas station and a few old rusted Fords and Sweet tea is the house wine. We sit on front porches and sip our lemonade while th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085732/ To my father, they were merely weed patches spraud out and cradled In the verdant arms of our lawn suffocating my mother’s bright yellow buttercups.But for my sister and I, we didn’t see weeds or an unwanted sprout, we saw small purple Blossoms resting next to the pine trees late in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085731/ A poem inspired by where I live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085730/ Goodie White soon realizes that magic has its price. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Casey_Luther/2085729/