http://slow.writerscafe.org/c%20k%20doley The original writings of author c k doley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086413 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The twenty year old boy really meant it when she described that woman of his desires as the highest form of torture and longing and sacrifice. He could not&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/1071806/  There are cobwebs above on the angular roof and they are colored black by the smoke that emanates from the oil lamps; they look like dirty dark clouds han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/1066876/ magic-real http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/1066873/ "What is love?", the boy thought. He had no memory of love it seemed. Years had passed by in the walk of his life, cities changed, inhabitants changed, roads changed, but he never encountered love. "What is happening?", he thought, "where am i going?" Deep down he saw the futility of everything he w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/1066385/ This something is happening around here. Out of the depths of a helpless man devoid of lust or any excitement akin to it this something is happening around here. Inside a single-room with no prospects of an immediate future, the man ponders on the interpretations of his last night's dream, being a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/1066370/                                                              1Dear fellow brother or sister I am become but an instrument of God. My satisfaction.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/914276/ Under a warm sun in winter And i think of her... Of fermented llimbs Turned a second skin, and her soft ones. Of wet forest and undergrowth; I, being away in the urban Under a warm sun in winter i day-dream...  The night be daring, then caring We will elo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/896442/ in class... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/845371/ "Feeling lonely..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/c-k-doley/845370/