http://slow.writerscafe.org/masontoddlipman The original writings of author Mason Lipman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115428 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A lighthearted poem I wrote recently. I'm not certain what it is about, honestly, but I hope it's enjoyable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1435847/ A poem about a fictional river, a fictional town, and a fictional man running from his actions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1435844/ A fictional poem that was inspired by my childhood. Bat Cave is a small, small town in the mountains of North Carolina, lovely people and scenery, and I wish I could spend more time there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1424541/ In Lexington, North Carolina, Hugh Miller built a farmhouse in the 1850s, which is where my grandfather lives now, and one of many places I grew up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1424539/ Youare the dark side of me,Paintedblack and blueThebad things behind you,Willnever set you free Whatare you paying for?Wheredid it come from?Isthis the life you chose to live?Theone that you strove for? Yourot in your chains.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1138006/ Amongst the blood and his sorrows which tinged the sun-scorched sand, the woeful Prince suddenly realized that he could never return home, for the desert was now a part of him, as he was a part of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1002265/ The great tragedy of life is that we begin it as feelers and end it as thinkers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1002257/ A little folk tale which I invented. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1001762/ This is a very short story written for a creative writing class, which I very much enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1001756/ Donatello and Caterina, two young lovers caught in a dilemma of Shakespearian proportions, live in Florence under intriguing circumstances. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1001753/ Chapter OneI had always been fascinated by the runners who tended to cross the blue gap in the sky above me whenever I looked up from the alleyways. They seemed so graceful to me, practicing their art subtly, never asking for the attention anyone and everyone gave them. I wanted to be one of them. W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/masontoddlipman/1001740/