http://slow.writerscafe.org/Katie%20Cullen The original writings of author Katie Cullen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033171 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/827788/ to utterto give birthto a thoughtwatch it growfashion a lifefor its selfshall it bea seed of evila seed of lightshall it be worthy of cultivationits nurtured naturebreathed lifeor shall itwither and diea poisonous succulenton the vine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/822424/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/819752/ please tell me, Lovetell mehow to hear youhow to know youhouw to save youhow to hold youhow to move youhow to touch youhow to please youhow to love youi am herei am listening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/819236/  i walk dailyamong the rule followersthe highly educatedthe wealthythe privilegedi walk daily to my school ofhumanityexperiencehopeam fed by grace andkindness ofMother Earthi walk dailybetweentwo worldstheirsandminei walk dailyamong themthe rule followersthe highly educ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/819235/ faithful companionshroud me in thy embrace ofnegative spacefaithful companionbathe me in thyimpenetrableechoes of silencefaithful companion swallow me inthy timelessness ofonyx seasfaithful companionprotect me inthy pacifying blindnessfor i loathethy enemy  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818740/ abandonedi cannot stayi cannot wait for you to leavethe disappointmentin your eyesso telling'tis only a timea well-knownmeasure'til you tooshall walkshall discardshall forgetabandonedi cannot stayi cannot waiti must leavefirst http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818736/ bare my soulyetremain invisiblethe packaginggiven far more meritthan the contentthy gifts are not boundto the beauty of the packagingoh, see beyondthe paper-thin wrappingcompassion, humorcuriosity, authenticitythy giftsi see them readilyalas, bare my soulyetremain invisible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818732/ a rose'tis a thing ofBeauty to beholdalas, Beautyhas its perilsthus, thorns for protectionto prevent the admirerfrom graspingand rippingfrom the vinein a attempt to captureBeautywhich willsurelybringaboutBeauty'sprematuredemiserevere Beautylike a rosebehold withyour eyescherish i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818219/ "She has good bones"the antiques dealer saidHer arms wornby ages of handscaressing, enjoyingthe curves ofHer smooth silhouetteHer seat now threadbare cowhidespent by the engraved rivetsadorning backsidesof many a cowboyseeking his repose"She has good bones"said the refined, willowy manwith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818217/ the box'tis assembledfor anotherfor many othersfor Lifefashioned with woodworn by years ofexperiences,influences,broken dreamsdisappointmentshammered firmlyin place the nails of fearhateangerthe box'tis assembledto provide the makercomfort, restfulnesshaving organized Lifeinto neat, o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/818213/  i asked foryour heartSadlyyou impartedyou had none ‘twas long agostolennever to return a thief cameat twilightUninvitedand ripped love asunder ‘twas long ago plundered never to return&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie-Cullen/817837/