http://slow.writerscafe.org/FJ11 The original writings of author John Fitzgerald en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012987 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  I love the tomatoes I grow in the garden of my rented back yardI do not line them up and measure the ‘correct’ distance between themI plant them by eye and they grow together in healthy competition for the sunI’m a bit lazy about tying them to sticks, sometimes wrappi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/324851/ I'm experimenting with established forms of poetry, but I can't write anything else other than advise to myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/284401/ A fictionalized account of a day in the life of a a junior English Teaching candidate in Brooklyn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/251040/ After viewing two hours of The Winter Soldier on line I had to write something to truly support our troops. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/234756/ Relax‘cause your kids...feel injustice morethan you do;Relax.Be not...the jealous jailer.Relax‘cause you don’t have moneyor the timeRelaxBe at home when you’re there; and leaveyour endless striving.RelaxCauses are great;when you have the&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/226464/ we had to write a short story with character descriptions given to us by someone else. Be kind it is my first short story. It was due on Valentine's day so there had to be love in it as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/223966/  To walk with one’s senses keenTo work towards one’s inner dreamTo wake each day aware, yet unsureOf exactly which miracles will occurDo not only witness, but engageChannel your love… and your rage To ward off all negativity;Keeping it at bay, but in close p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/221208/ another rewrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/220755/ A first grade class reading and writing their poetry inspired me to write them this poem. They invited me to one of the girl's birthdays parties later in the week, I brought her this poem as a present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/218192/      If you can bear my rhyme; a suggestion:While we breathe, while we liveWhat more can we do; or give?If we never ask; we will surely dieIn fear and darkness; wond’ring why,and Never asking grace’s question.     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/218139/ the more I learn about language and cultures, the more I see that the Western way of seeing and dealing with their world is basically and tragically flawed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/215972/ One of my best friends in junior-high, who I hadn't seen for years took his life. I walked the woods where he ended his life. He was so talented; a natural. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/214191/  Something forgotten On the way home, waiting on the platform,I search my book bag for a piece of gum or a mint.The in-coming train screeches to a stop.Then over my shoulder a young businessman says,“Bad Omen; Empty car on a full train!”I should have known - but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/214103/ I Love You times three The tip of a leaf,A grain of sand,The buried heartOf a still born man;All these areBut facets of the One,The Creator, the All,which we emanate From. Then up to the heavensClouds burst with rainThat nourishes the tree rootThen, flowing up aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FJ11/214043/