http://slow.writerscafe.org/elMudo The original writings of author el Mudo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123320 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Late at night,As I gaze at the sky,Lost in my thoughtsAs the Universe spins by,I think of you,And I smile. As I lie there and stareat the twinkling lights,Recalling our walksand those beautiful nightswhich we shared long agohand in hand I find myself dri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/348968/  untitled The house feels emptywith out her smiles...The air tastes staleWith out her scent.She leant me her heartand her soul for a while.She loved me,and I loved her back;but somehow together,we weren’t quite right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/348967/ a love poem of sorts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265277/  Scent, touch, taste, and sound,my mind's awareness reaches roundthe swirling chaos where we exist;guiding life through order to resistthat dying movement we each explore,to open up that other doorto a space and timewhere we'll be joinedto life, to god,to trees of patterns .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265018/  roommates... some day, i may forgetthat the dishes were always dirty,that the rent was sometimes late,that food was always missing,though no one ever atea single thing not theirs. some day, I may forget turning on the tapto find the water turned off,not being .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265013/  The Harlequin’s Story (part 1) Voiceless whispers disturbed my dreams,destroying worlds that always seemmore real than the world that is. Like yesterday, and the day beforeI open my eyes to see the doorwhere there hangs a figure by a thread. He has no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265012/  Last Call The phone rangjust a little past two. I was lyingin the darkness,my thoughtskeeping me awake. Pushing the talk button,we were connectedby silence, then, words slightly slurred...“Listen to the madness.” .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265010/ written after working and living for a summer with innercity kids just outside of Boston, Ma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265007/  Remembering… A touching of lips, a sharing of souls, as age old mysteries of the universe slowly unfold,the taste of your breath        hangs,sweet in my mind… I remember,I know,and I cry;recalling thatf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elMudo/265003/