http://slow.writerscafe.org/oheb The original writings of author Olivia R.H. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775397830 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Take it backRemake itPull another shot, thisone’s grown oldPlease don’t steam more milkFor you don’t understand Idon’t want a refund Iwant a newone the wordsout ofyour mouthtasteweirdIt’s always the kind oneswho surprise you the mostAnd I wish I had said morethan“.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2788802/ there is a certain beauty in insanityit's like being houseguest to somethingyou can't comprehend, like an eclipseof all rationaleor a school of fishthe size of a neighborhoodall swimming manically in the same directionall it takesis two wordsYes, butletters that shrug, knowing who you are as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781935/ I only saw thatthe leaves, theleaves of the ashtree outside my windowmy whole life, werecompoundwhen Ilay, body letting andletting go, and lookedupsɯǝlqoɹd oʇuɐ ʇuo ǝɹuƃıɟ-uıɯ +01 ǝɯıʇ lɐuɹuoɾ lɐ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781933/ She does not take it everywhere as the saying goesshe is it everywhereshe is the wet and bright ding in her purse, pulling her head as we stand at the island, even when her chin jerks uncertainly, her own countermovement, telling me a part of her still wants to stayshe is the need to text back, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781932/ Words are the most beautiful thing that separates Homo sapiens from the rest. I regret that I have to use such a watered-down version of my own at times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781757/ A poem reflecting on my most intensely spiritual and meditative times in the lane behind my grandparents' farmhouse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781756/ An essay contemplating humankind and nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781321/ Wisconsin, my home, is like one body to me. This is my love, and my defense, of its beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781315/ A nonnet reflecting on those away-from-home places and feelings so placidly chaotic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781313/ A meditation on the fleeting beauty of rain streaks across a dark windshield http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2781312/ There are some moments so precious, it seems that the level of intensity in absorption of it should be applied elsewhere: to sadness, maybe, or anger. These moments belong in movies starring Jennifer Garner and Owen Wilson, cable shows where you know the “tough one” is going to break do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2780570/ Whether it’s in spite of or because of the fact that humans have become urban creatures maintaining a distanced relationship with nature, we seem to put on a pedestal that in nature which pleases our most utilized sense: the eye. We send postcards with sky-cut, golden-dipped mountain peaks, vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2780562/ Why do I assume self-love is earned ?Chicken-and-the-egg: which comes first?Self-love to choose disciplines?Or discipline in fearof too muchself-love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2780404/ A prose paragraph inspired by Wal Whitman's "A July Afternoon by the Pond". It's mainly romantic description, based off of Whitman's structure in his essay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2780401/ Knocking at my headare the wardens of doubtAnd when the pounding becomes thenew silence Istep down the yellow-lit stairstoward the workout DVD set‘neath Dad's hung stars and stripesThere is no beginning noend the instructor’s face shines likeLauren Beukes’ girls I onlyfeel the swel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oheb/2777092/