http://slow.writerscafe.org/JosephNewcomb The original writings of author Joseph Newcomb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984241 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My heart, it slowly burns, and sings a song of yesterday,But seems to have forgotten its true words along the way.The melody that it first heard could quell all fear and doubt,Though now it seems the life of it has somehow faded out.But oh! the notes we used to reach could soar b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephNewcomb/2758802/ I used to be a bit of a crybaby.And when I say "a bit," What I really mean is that I felt betrayed when the wind changed direction.What I mean is when a ladybug flew from my finger, I wondered what I did to make it want to leave.What I mean is that things of no consequence felt like pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephNewcomb/2758748/