http://slow.writerscafe.org/Inapond The original writings of author Inapond en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105018 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I must havewalked in on something -be quiet please, they told meone of them must still have taken pitya buzzing soundthe orange bulb engagingever brieflyas he ushered me asideturning, explainingvividly but mellowthis was the very audition for your replacementas my buzzing soundas my orange bulb enga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/1493377/ Closing,through the doorhoarfrostsquigglingfossile fernshoarfroston the duckboardisclosing inonme, says it cametohonor a convocationsaysit rode the coldtolet it touch melivewith meshareit all with meIextend my arm, in obligationIlet it twin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/828828/ Youare sensing the scopeofa great, cold distance between ushearhow a black rail is being laidinvisiblyblackdisjoiningWeare the steam and the coalsyoufeel combustionprocessesof pressureThehot steel is throbbinginyour temples http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/828345/  You must not utter a word aboutme having two soulsbut just one set of batteries and emergency rationsfor the cataclysm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/824771/ Thetrails are meltingwantingto puddle, holding ourshoes closer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/822440/ Somewhere in the NegevI chose to face the sunturning from the deeper scarringflame ignited in relentless hazel eyesQuietly crumbling,consumed by flames of shamefor betrayal beyond which - likein the Negev -there could be no afterlife the sameLike wings you spread your arms out -no longer in the once.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/820970/ The swell on my forehead bulged and brokelaying a third eye bare.Now I discern your brownish crusts,brittle, crackled and creasedand I know that I see the deep stratums;the lost interests you are sheddingtime and time and time again.This is second-rate time;the clouds dress up in their orange-mottle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Inapond/820049/