http://slow.writerscafe.org/marcwilliamwrite The original writings of author Marc William en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057260 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 hello,i have a new website for my writingit will all be going on there nowplease check it out and let me know what you thinkthanks MWhttp://marcwilliamwrites.wordpress.com/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/910352/ where do you go?sometimes I wishi could knowthe beautiful red headed girlfrom the coffee shopshe handed me my coffeeblack with one creami made small talk, butwhat i reallywanted to say didn’t come outas it never does.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/898142/ always the perfectionist, she tore out the ruined drawing and crumpled it into a ball. if it takes away from her beauty she wants no part of it. myself, i think it still looks beautiful, it is a pencil sketch of a muslim woman peering through the curtains. this wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/893128/ lets go swimminginthe oceanlate late at nightno buildingsnorleaves on the treesonly now foreverlost but never ending http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/893122/ My dear, I am a fan of silence. Itis a blessing and a punishment. We are blessed by humbling our spirits and werealize that we realize that we are not omnipotent. Standing on a mountainpeak, watching the world you know carry on its meagre and futile existenceh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/893015/ i had a dreamlast nightinstead of rows of houses houses houses houses stores houses houses houses maisonsi saw rows of treesin my dream i sawlate last nightinstead of cars and trucks and cars and trucks and cars and cars cars cars carsi saw flocks of birdsi had a dreamlast nightinstead of roads road.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/885329/ draft of a poem i wrote on a cold day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884487/ My blistered feethath trod many a trailnorth, south, east and westthey have been up mountainscrossed the swiftest of riversand swam in lakes of teabeaches and sunsetcliffs at dawnthe prairie like a land of goldO, Blistered FeetO Bent and weathered shoeswhere will you take me next? where will yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884443/ completely improvised sketch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884429/ the beautiful wordsflowing from your beautiful handsyour cold handsalways coldthe tragedy of how i cannot be with youhow i cannot go backshe whispers in my ear on my last night"its ok, ill still love you when you are gone" but i can see in her eyesthat she knows it will be differentnever t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884412/ On Buddhism Throughout my years of studying and trying to understandBuddhism, I've come across many opinions. One of my fellow Buddhists opinesthat the “world would be a better place, if Buddhism was one of the mainreligions.” This opi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884403/ Swimming with the soul inThe oceanBefore it passes onThe true love involvedIs astonishingTo walk the world with theOne you loveis happiness the jazz musicthe blues musicthe salsa musicdancing with strangersaci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884389/ a Monologue i wrote for my friend to use in high school Drama class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884382/ the goons curse likedrunken sailorsbecause they do not knowhow else to speaki am cold, butif i were away idbe warmi can feel my youthsucking, freezing, drippingout as i sit inblue hard plastic chairsthey care too muchabout trivialitieswe both think differentlywhat i hold as importantthey feel i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marcwilliamwrite/884373/