http://slow.writerscafe.org/mccarya The original writings of author R.Ivan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776268013 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Place Where Nothing Matters As a sleepless river babblesAcross the ashy stones,As a forest filled with branches Like widows’ reaching fingers Stretches toward the sun,Far beyond the twilight where the Path splits West,A falle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/1011684/ Underneath my 3rd story windowThe serpentine alleyway floodsAnd augments the pitter-patterof thisRare February rainstorm and IamInstantly sucked into thebuzzing vortexOf my Minnesotan childhood,Hearing that samepitter-patter from my Fat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/968877/ I watch you ripple from A distance. I throw inHeavy rocks.You suck them inYour waves crashOn the shore, but itNever rains. You don’t Care that you’re emptying.I stand where your water Meet the land.Can my tears ever refi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/938813/ I.Sitting, I listenAnd confirm the beauty ofThe laughter of friends.II.Step back, start dancing.Your thin shadow is onlyA suggestion now.III.An azure snapshotOf the river at sundownAnd one bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/938773/ Past midnight now,Oh, how pensive the room seemedStaring at itself in the rainy reflection of theEastern window.Purpose left the TV on before drifting into aGrey cloud of sleep.The space longs for magenta againBecause it is so tiring to be awak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/937815/ Tear open the vector of night, andDelve into the silver vein toHarvest dawn­�"Orange rotunda reflecting on theCrisp water�"The tensing muscles of morning cold must beWelcomed and onlyMocked in a whisper.Blue glow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/937814/ My insomnia settles likeDust on an old mattress.As I roam through the gardens andTulip fields,I realize I have been holding myBreathFor the last couple of hours.As I gasp for airThe air fills with me.Man and wind, we expand together.Insurmountable, we are now a Golden aura--The radient light aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/937811/ Empty promises fill the            Dust-lined coin purse of a dream. Thoughts weigh as much as air,Plans hamper and cut, theySpark on the back of the sleeper’s eyelids,And vigilance through the night is no option:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/937810/ I have flown above the clouds,And I have seen great wonders.I have stared into the eye of GodAnd dueled Death to his end.I am respected by the Mountains and Feared by the Sea. But I will be forever imperfectUntil I wear the sapphire of your eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mccarya/937734/