http://slow.writerscafe.org/JimiBrady The original writings of author Jimi Brady en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013116 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At times; How easy it is to forgetThe ways in which you brush Fall leavesFrom my hair before you forgiveMy lips in soft cadences andYou never mind the echoes inThe hollow of my heart, like dark-ness lingering, quickened neatlyWhere our hands, yours and mine, should meetSoftly, fingers closed an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1257438/ This is a short fable that I wrote for a class assignment. I'm genuinely happy with what I wrote, so I've decided to post it. I'll state the moral of the story in the Reviewer Notes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1249384/ ;alone   in a small room in a quiet home   and the (after) only (a moment)       way I know how to be lonely          is with my hands closed. it       never hurts (my heart) when        somebody.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1164567/ I decided to turn my last poem into a song. This is mostly improvised - the song isn't finished. My girlfriend, Amanda, was the camerawoman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1152640/ Into- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1118530/ Looking closely at oneself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1117875/ A shorter piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1117867/ Playing with structure and emphasis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1117847/ Seeing signs and leaving lines in the tree leaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1117840/ Blatantly inspired by 'A Song of Ice and Fire', the book series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1115142/ Nether-sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1113709/ Reality meets hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1112400/ Within and without me, and it’s all I can do to sleep  so soundly and softly and my dreams aren't so bad                                         anymore, no more, like leaves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1110763/ She stared deeply into the cavernous archway - two olde, gnarled trees bent unnaturally toward one another, branches touching at the keystone. The wind whispered softly through the hem of her dress. Her eyes, blue as midnight, flickered to the sunset - a red half-moon in the sky beset by the orange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1110205/ A young girl ventures into the woods near her home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1110192/ Momentary anger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1110186/ Another short poem. This one was written when Amanda and I first started talking. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1109960/ A haiku for my dearest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1109945/ You picked a daisy,  And handed me your heartAnd your eyes were shining,  Even in the darkYou crept ever closer,  And touched my wristAnd you smiled as you asked  If you could place a kiss... Let's just drive until we're lost -  Seatbelts on and I'm offYou said just tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1109482/ Distance is only a word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1108118/ Being in a long-distance relationship, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like the first time we saw each other in person. It ended up being almost exactly like this. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1108113/ You keep me up at night, you do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1106114/ Part poem, part song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1106104/ A short narrative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1105646/ She comes in colors,In shades of all of her -Shades of Fall and whereShe’ll find my hand errA secret place;A kiss to mark the spaceAnd your hands in my hair,Urging me with care To bid you farewell Into my lips’ embraceWhere I might tasteThe way we feel for one another -She come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1105029/ Foresight; and it happened just like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1105021/ Always;Incandescence in the atticDrawing my eyes and likewise itFelt as though arms that tock and tickWere reaching through walls to admitThat time was not static at all,That I had hours and minutesTo go before your hands would fallTo your sides to trace lines in calmDisclosure and co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1105012/ Dear the Girl Who Stood on the Edge of a Fountain Above the Wayward Sky,I never saw you standing there, toes dangling in the open airAnd hair caressed in sea salt breeze, moon-born skin so fair;Never ever did I witness the where of which you intended - Never did I ever have the wit to see which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/1105001/ A short idea that I may or may not flesh out. It's very cheesy, but I like the sentimentality of it. Feel free to provide me with constructive criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/508768/ Musings. This isn't a creative work. I've listed the genre as philosophy, because that's what it is, if anything. I hate philosophy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/325385/ A song that I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/324674/ A short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/268834/ I'm going to sleep now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/247364/ Inspired. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/243690/ Shallow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/240756/ An image that came to me in my time of need. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/238973/ This is my most personal work. The last four words have a special place in my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/237596/ This was another image converted into words. It was written more than a year ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/237398/ More nonsense. A picture translated into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/237388/ This isn't really a poem, but there's no category for nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JimiBrady/237106/