http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jennifermariel The original writings of author JenniferMarie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776068417 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If you could meet anyone? They ask. Out of all the millions of people here or gone?   Yes. Then it would be Jack in an orchard,in mid afternoonIt is September when the air is just right and I wouldn’t h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1837057/ inspired by what I saw at the gas station tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1611825/ Everything ends eventuallyThe green insects of night descendBlue herons I watched for weeksin a puddle near the railroad have goneAnd silence, does that end too?Our lives are as uncertain as loveBut we get up in the morningbrush our straight white teeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1447190/ Freewrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1386918/ How did we get here?Separate even in the same room,same giant bed.shut gates in the honey-less night We gaze at one another,seasoned smilesyour hands heavy behind the busy walkwaybetween us.  In spaces of silence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1385289/ Rain sings on street side puddleseverywhere it falls clear as an empty jar.The rain tells things we long to know:Is there hope for our marriage? In school, I once wrote a letter to someone I hadn’t meta little undiscovered star this le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1384360/ Are there birds where you are do they have names do they land on your shoulder sometimes  or hop alongside you on a sunny day do they have bright gold feathers  that rival the sun and in the soft light of early morning do you listen for them in the garden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1374750/ I cannot see you with yourwhite feathers stretchedacross the vast skyyour glittering hairswayed by the windI do not see youbut I know you are thereseated on a limb of a tall oak rising up above the buildingsI do not see your fingertap my shoulder mid text while drivingor how you whisper do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1374164/ Out the windowbare trees clickday deepensas a hushof wind arrivesas I arriveoften, herein this small housealoneexcept forsnapping wood in a fireplaceand adeterminedpen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1374059/ freewrite woke up in the night and wrote this. :-/ needs work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1357516/ Free write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1341423/ One evening, we walked past a field of sunflowers stretching back for miles the orange sun setting, even among such beauty  I pictured my dog back home springing up in the airjust to get closer to me.  I wondered if he understood when I said I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1304655/ free write ... :-/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1299147/ At night on my balcony, in plain site, a full moon and to the right of this floating pearl, the city skyline It is cold, but bearable and the mason jar string of lights are toppled along the railing there dim light pressing against my right cheek I come here o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1299110/ Dearest Love,  It is Tuesday and dark as ink out  at least from what I can see out the French doors.  I can’t see the moon like the night we danced  in the garden. You were like music, soft playing,  sigh making music. Let’s sit at a caf&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1298629/ just a little free write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1297337/ I chased a shadow of a cloudslide north across a green field In the silence of early afternoonI wished I could grab its rim, get carried to a castle seated writing behind a slanted deskOut the arched window, a calm sea full of shipssun melting into the horizonBut I am mortal and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1274393/ I remember we burst through the door  laughing,  skin dappled in sand from Salinas beach damp towels in heaps on top of blue tile counters  odor of sea on everything,  even you.  Lying with you long and lean  under thin white sheets &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1253128/ He leans in, still faceeyelids fallingmy fragrance spills like dew from a leaf you arethe sweetest of all the others
 I gaze at him the way I look at the moon,and uncurl under shade of a treein th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1252096/ Meet me at the barn at 8his voice a pale blue his pull, a strong current I resisted as I always had, glancing back, coy smile then, disappearing deep into trees sun glittering through shivering leaves mind full of thought   he, a boy I’d met last fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1250799/ Meat to many isa delicacyfoiegras, filet mignon,Carpaccio,but I can’t helpbut to think of the life,that had as muchof a right to live as I do.That had as muchof a family Shielding himfrom hostility.Resting together under atree in moon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1222812/ I closed my eyes one summer night, An angel with wings stretching like a meadow, carried you to me. You seemed from a shipwreck in her arms, wings clicking in brisk wind,     Made me feel like music, like how beautiful voices can catch me, carry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1221750/ I am alone watching the light recede from my path as ifswallowed,Then, there is the moonlight on uneven pavement, In the old Spanish town which I have borrowed.  Three nights I’ve slept in an adobe villa, hollow,the odor of sea on everything; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1203968/ work in progress... needs editing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1193398/ Poem that I'm working on. 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I should probably wait to post, but I post anyways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1180533/ "free write" need to edit. ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1180532/ Evening air, a peach haze, birds forget play for a whileseeking shelter deep in an oak tree, Union Pacific screeches by, then, silence.Even the trees are still, the spinwheel ticks west then stops, I hurry my dog inside, as cool drops of rainfall.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1179624/ We think of angels as foreign and distant, a statue at a cemetery, a story in a book, but to stand in the silence of morning, at dawn when fog has settled in, and beyond it, dusty orange has spread across the horizon the noise of the mind will calm, and you can feel the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1177020/ just the beginning of an idea I thought I'd share. ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1177006/ free write for now ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jennifermariel/1177002/ I followed Alessandra up to the terrace as her BlueRussian cat, Regalo, hurried behind me. The French doors leading out to thepatio were open, many guests had arrived, chatting, chiming glasses. 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