http://slow.writerscafe.org/nk172004 The original writings of author Nate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A consequence of silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/1134867/ Personal account of physiological Othering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/1031553/ Mental reflection and meta-matter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/1031549/ Introduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/980681/ Cats may know more than we think. And if they do, what of their histories? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/980678/ Handle questions with care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/980623/ Shadowlove  There are some darkspaces that reside in removed places, a corner of a cockle. Spaces removed andcut away in order to save the rest from the decry or detest. But each partremoved for safety leaves an echo or imprint of what was and is still there.What is this I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/963401/                                                The Warring WavesNow, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/818946/ A Loving PastWith angerremovedWith sadnessuncovered________WithoutunkindnessWithoutprocessionWithout jealousyWithout anger_________I will lovethee: constantly recalling thy beauty’s base.God unveiled apiece of Him, to me, through thee... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/818935/ So I May Remember Doyou want to remember?That’sthe question.Isit worthy of remembrance�"the look, the half-look; the facial gesture.Itrips through me, a cherished world.Iremember.Iremember what was; I remember what wasn’t&#2013.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/818931/ Utterances  At a distance, I speak, to try to catch the patterns that Iseek. To hold and store these thoughts, galore; glorified profane. What do Iwish said; what do I dare say?  What mustbe weighed? Who must be swayed�"by what wind, to what end? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/818896/ Dressingup for Jack The week beforeHalloween had come.  He was notready.  His plan, the plan had been sosteeped in meditation for so long that every bit, every detail, every possibleproblem had been determined and studied for. He had contingency plans for every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/817062/ Questionsof MatterASurvivor’s Notes What do you say tothe shadows-- those formless masses that haunt the dreams so that you're afraidto sleep?  Shadows fill every corner ofyour room and your mind. The murky questions come.  Why do people fictionalize th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/817060/ What of my prayers, are they rare. No, not rare. Are they blessed? No, I am a normal mortal I don't think they are especially special. They are spoken in the light of day and in night's absence. One will echo in my head near and after noon. Yet there is something? Something... something... what is i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/817054/ I Hate Flowers and They Hate Me I Hate flowers and they hate me; those floraltestaments of impatience; they impress upon me restriction. They are temporal,holding within themselves great distemperment. After all,   flowers are groundedin the dirt. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/815650/ My first and only attempt at meta. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/815643/ A Haunting  I do not believe inghosts. I think that people fear empty spaces. I do not believe in ghosts. Ibelieve in the fear of empty spaces. What can the dead do to me if they areindeed dead? Something more fearful I dread to think. It is the living that aredying all arou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nk172004/815623/