http://slow.writerscafe.org/LadyBirch The original writings of author Genie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970676 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Tomorrow I’ll have to lie a bit – I can’t take him with me anymore, which meansthe poetry reading will becomea meeting – but I tell myselfit’s not too badsince some of the peoplewould be the same for both. His anxieties and needsconstrai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/357593/  It’s not so much a matteranymore of ‘do not put the LORD your God to the test.’It’s more a matter nowof running out of tears,running out of hope,running out of patience. One can hope for things not seenonly so long, waitonly so long, weep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/357592/ About the young girl in Vermont who was abducted and killed in July 2008. Warning: graphic content is implied and explicit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/293699/   No, don’t go there, Heart,for therein likes a familiar ache.Steel yourself, instead, and persist. Prepare to look away, o Hope,encase yourself in armor and banish those dreams for goodso others can’t do it for you. No need, o Soul, to tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/293696/ Written after spending a short time on the land we're buying. In the writing I realized the land is just like a vision I had almost 15 years ago, thinking I might die during heart surgery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/283453/ Another in the occasional series of moving musings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/282414/ My first poem in months, this won't win any prizes (fer sher!), but every baby step helps :-). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/258921/ Some musings on being away and losing the muse (among other things) but finding the support of friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/257738/ Some realizations about why my sister might be having so much trouble with the house I want to buy ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223970/ This one's new! Part Two of what may turn out to be a series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223252/ Re-posting an old one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223221/ An old one re-found http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223219/ The italicized words are Armenian. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223216/  Return to your stronghold O prisoners of hope;Today I declare that I will restore to you double.Zechariah 9:12, NRSV  If I didn’t have such a need to be healthy,I’d retreat into a hermit’s life –not to be closer to God (for I tend  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/223214/ My contribution to the slogan contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/220677/ Chapter Two http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/217292/ Current first chapter. The character's name Cetth is pronounced Keth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/217282/ The developing sequel to my novel, Song of the Blessing Trees. This is speculative fiction -- not quite sci-fi, not quite fantasy, with a little bit of both and a lot of possibility. Very much a draft still -- what's posted here now is in a different or http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/217280/ As with many stories, some truth and fiction blended together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/217263/ An acrostic story from a long-ago Writers Digest prompt assignment. Posting just for fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/216850/ Some previously-posted haiku are found and gathered here, as well as some new-to-here poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/216843/ A prose poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/215906/ Some ponderings after my most recent fall 3 days ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/215672/ This is a collaborative piece between Murphy and me, based on a comment I made for one of his poems about the 'art' in 'heARTbreak.' We thought it would make a good Valentine's Day poem -- so Happy Valentine's Day everyone! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/214528/ Some pre-bedtime inspiration of a sort http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/213348/  window to windowshe chases snow-blown leafbirds hunting from inside   Numbered and stacked talltruck ahead holds timber logsprelude to a Kleenex   Goldfish encounters:            sw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/212895/ Haibun: haiku and/or senryu woven in and amongst prose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/210636/ A real mixture here -- this is still a draft, remember! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/210239/  A blizzard descendsfog and sailboat merge as one –cricket sings alone   Thrushes start their songbefore sunrise on thisthe longest day.  A pair of butterflies            floats amo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/210211/  I didn’t plan to wake up sadbut this morning’s dream is the hardest to forget –            your voice, your touch,            your eyes – oh God,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/210058/ Waiting for spring AGAIN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/208752/ Pure fun and games -- well, for one of us anyway ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/208747/  “Allen.  Allen …”             He brushed at his ear, thinking the whisper was a small bug or mosquito, as he tried to set the table.  Dorothy had given him the cutlery to place around the three big p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/208723/ A new one! Never posted before :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206256/  Then, as suddenly as they’d arrived,       the thrushes and the warblers        are making ready to start       their journeys south.       These days of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206243/ It doesn't get much more perfect than Vermont, whatever the season! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206234/ This includes the history of haiku, something about the ancient haiku masters, and the differences between traditional and modern haiku poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206196/  Young crows stand watchingunderneath the bird feeder.Hurry up, squirrel!     Christmas coffin ships:from deep woods to living roomsthe trees become slaves –            dressed up in ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206192/  Nuthatches chatter            walking upside down on trees,            like backward zippers.    Small crystal teardropsbranches hold rain at thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206183/ A few poems for the first page or scroll. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206176/ This book will also include senryu, renga and tanka. The possibility exists for a haibun or two as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/206161/   Look into our eyes –  You’ll likely not see the rapes,the deaths and the dying of AIDS. Can you tell who we are,those who are silenced, those who are gay, whoare laity in the church, who are single and hopeful,or single and have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204173/   So you say.The very thingthat makes me a writeris what makes itso hard to wait.My hopes take fire,making leaps with nofoundation butimagination. Fantasies and longingsmake for good stories,but trials of patienceare the stuffof poetry and  I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204172/ A sentimental (even sappy) piece on having to move from the beloved woods around me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204167/   So many to choose from!Old friends from long ago,you still tag along as realtoday as before But now your truthsare more complex: today I knowfairy tales do come true, andI still wish upon a star; but the duck-turned-swan,the tended paw, the princecan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204157/  They are children of war: bundled into coats and into trucks, becoming bundles of refuse taken away from their homeland. Their eyes see hatred, fear. They are the lucky ones.      I remember my childhood        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204152/  Druidfarm: A Ballad of Lament  Refrain: In Celtic tales of long agoAnd woods today there can be foundThe deer and fox, the birds who goTo spirit places all around.  In Celtic tales of long ago,In woods that once were far away,The cattle ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204145/   What is necessary, after all, is only this;solitude, vast inner solitude.Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet  Going to a meeting, driving at twilight:        Banners of wood smoke drift down into the valley, &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204142/   Perhaps the worldis as lovely as it isbecause lonely artists            have no choicebut to express the beautythey carry within them. Does this mean, then,that God is lonely too,and thus has filled the voi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204141/ 2nd place winner of the A Man and a Tree Are the Same contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadyBirch/204135/