http://slow.writerscafe.org/jackbrawner The original writings of author Mirror Shard en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776363148 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dream often the wispy, stretched and tastelessMy mouth is dry while my mind is high in a world of my creationColors dark not drab swirl in scenes aplentyDeeper still roils me, devoid of anyAirWithout I gasp, then find no breath needed, not hereI empty and open, like a flower up unto th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jackbrawner/2926981/ A man is a tree,For trees too know the pain of looking freewhilst rooting, living between debris;see, it is rough to climb up, among fleas and bees, yet know, yet see, that place to which you climb never shall be,for under the great blue could be anything, old, new, yet forever the tree grow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jackbrawner/2926980/ There is a rotten road I do not know which oneA year ago today it took a sonHim I did not know but his word I heard oftIts echoes deceive me and lead me astrayHe spake, yes not with an O but with an A, that is to say he did not round a great wheelRumbling out of our world’s cancerous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jackbrawner/2926979/