http://slow.writerscafe.org/mimi29827 The original writings of author C. Harter Amos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981043 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A challenge to write a short horror piece based around a telephone book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/773544/ I cling to a distant echo;a whisper in thin airand consider your love my destiny.It's more than pain;it's a crushing grief,the weight of a strange lovebigger than myselfnever denied or forgotten. I battle illusive forcesfor an inner balance I've lost.The shreds of you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/754778/ My sister is beneath a heavy weight of quiet sighsas she sleeps under a pile of comforters, on a burgundy couch, dreaming, I hope, of good things.The radio plays so quietly near her,the melodies are only a whisper of sound from where I sit on the opposite side of the room.The love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/733135/ What happened in the jungles of your lifethat killed your soul,leaving you un-whole?Staring at the stars,I know pieces of youare in the billions of lightsI can never see,but that I’ve been toldare out there.I would hold you for a lifetime,if I could dare to dreamof hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/708337/ The great wave hangs endlessly near Tokyo.At seventy-five, Hokusai had learned the patterns of nature,so he painted the marvelous wave that does not touch the shorebut shows its white cap as it threatens to roll onward dwarfing Mount Fuji, centered in the vastness of water,reminding us it,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/702038/  Returning to eat oysters on the half-shell,preferring to sail small ships,sharks stare, dead-eyed,cameras in hand.  A big hug for old time’s sakemotivated by love and hope.Yes, there is an echofrom long ago. At heart, the ragged, raging princei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/682553/ Writers Block, my old friend, back to stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/619956/ for the Ghost of PaulS. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/590672/ for a writing pair of friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/548856/  Along the left side of my soulI am torn beyond recognition;Ripped and twisted and slowly decomposing.My tears flow in silent meaningless rushes of tidelike backyard rivers in a thunderstorm;neither massive nor much noticed. Memory is packed too full;the good memories tan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/458609/ For love of Blue Ridge Mountains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/455451/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/440626/ Inspired by a picture on Poetic Dreaming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/437781/ Just a thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/415510/ For my sister, Jessica, who loves Monet, and who constantly encourages me to move forward and reach higher. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/411302/  A ruby of medium redwhere some long ago dragon bled.Imagine the fight:The dragon slung his headand there, each precious drop from him, became jewelry; a blood red gem.  Or an oval of medium blue:a sapphire, from a witch’s brew.She stole a piece of the skyleav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/405509/  The river is still, deep black water, Running through caverns of  Mayan hell,Stories made here too horrible and ancient to tell.Surrounded by a forest tunnel She dreams of going beyond her mountain world,She dreams of things to come that are beautiful, beyond the human ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/403917/ For Gayle, a dear friend lost to drugs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/401111/  My blood reaches           for the warmth of Spring.The smell of green onionsgrowing           beneath a willow dancing in the breeze The coolness of freshly turned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/396746/  I.            My mirror tells the truth.I like it. I have to face the “me” I’d pushed aside, Recreating a new self built on the ashes of the old. I remember not being broken,being pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/392837/  Bob. What a simple unpretentious name. Bob was a contractor and built a house for his wife and five children. They never went without. Never.  A modest, quiet man of few words, one knew to listen when he spoke: there was either something profoundly, wryly funny .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/387331/ Co-written with F. G. Franklin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/384986/ Co-written with F. G. Franklin. He's a word wizard and a totally great person. Submitted to Fran Marie's contest He Said/She Said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/378867/ As the sun risesI’m still writinglike life depends on a certain number of wordsbeing freed from my thoughtsthat are turning to cement as the day begins.I write, back aching like I have lifted each word from a deep and dark canyon past midnightand each word on a long rope that b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/372992/  Sitting in the sunset,thinking of those already goneI like being alone.with all the brilliant colors there to own,like oils on a pallet            waiting for me to use         &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/340637/  Without letting goI pull the shadows of dreams around mewrapping my loneliness in memories,hungry for nothing other than you. I count the days        then the weeks            &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/339341/  Where did she go;     your sweet angel          who stood knee deep in blue bells and dandelions,              children and lost lambs?She who was able to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/321663/  Stranded between this world and the next      in the ether world of now,in our humble world of happiness and jealousy,           we measure the ecstasy of pleasure and misery of pain    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/308369/  I. The sadness on your facesays you finally saw the real her beneath that smile.Somewhere in the creases of your frownIt’s obvious you hoped she would try to love the real you,     self-exaggerated flaws and all,you wanted life with her to be with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/306884/   He lifted his hand as if to bless the crowdand all I could think was that with his wordshe changed the world.They stood still in their mania long enough to listen.In his innocence he didn’t know.Or maybe he knew it was already too lateMaybe he folded under the res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/288639/ the loss of a friend's daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/277313/ Silly nonsense for a contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/276036/ Idea for a contest based on thoughts and ramblings concerning the year 2012, and several things I've read lately. ( A bit of poetry mixed in.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/269746/ Lay a blanket down and settle against the hillTo take in the blueness of the skyOpen a bottle of wine to celebrateThe fresh scent of pine on the airCool and soothing against the cheekLike the memory of a kiss.The whisper of a pleasant breeze in the trees is interrupted…In the di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/209533/ #5 in a series for the Blue Room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/206500/ Where did you come from, my demon friend,sporting tall, dark and handsome like (perfection) in sin?With all that black hair falling down,almost hiding those bedroom eyes      (perfection), in deep mahogany brown.How did you grow to six foot three (perfection)Was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/186259/ The sea…The foam kissed my bare feet as I ran… In my memory, I play always at the edgeAnd laugh as I hold my sundress down in the windAnd laugh as I hold wet cloth away from bare skin…    Once as the sound of a melancholy violin    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/186138/ An answer to a challenge to write a description of insanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/182207/ #4 in a series for the Blue Room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/182203/ SafeHer heart is locked away,Untouched by passion’s thorn,Never again to walk on winged feet. Hollow anxious breezes swayWhere, Once upon a time,She danced, On a beautiful autumn day,In the arms of Prince CharmingHis chosen Fairy Princess;Their future love a mere k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/176202/ #3 in a series for the Blue Room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/174292/ For all of us who write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/167233/ #2 in a series from the Blue Room. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/163485/ #1 in a series about a special Coffee House & the special people there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/160867/ for the love of my 1st horse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/153751/ How easily my words came Bean-sprouting from my brain They river-flow with smooth agility over rocks,Passing fish in the rapids as they goPressing against the spider webs of mental blocksOr unmoving, stand with word-weapons drawn,With foolish demonstration.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/152147/ For all the animals thoughtlessly slaughtered into extinction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/150256/ Wrapped in insanity,And a god given disguise,What seemed unquestionably genuine Was nothing more than lies.It was absurdly easy To hold his head high,Horrible deception, demonic prideWithin a most affable guise.A prowling predator,A beastly artist of revulsion,The vampire’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/145216/ Just a fun trip toward the end of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/144591/ I don’t know why after all these years,I’m still surprised When the purity of your voice,The purity of your talent,Wraps me in a wombOf calm, warm alpha wavesThat fills the holes in my heartSomehow. To mould a song from thin airThat you coax to grow,Magically,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mimi29827/143373/