http://slow.writerscafe.org/ellajuliaann The original writings of author Ms. Ella M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102876 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 random thoughts turn into poems sometime... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/366284/ Some days I feel driven by the need to get the thoughts out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/308276/ I wrote this poem when I found out, it seems, that there are some who never leave the cafe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/308265/  YOU AWAKENED ME FOR SEX, RESPONDING, I TURNED,ONLY TO SEE THE LED SOUNDLESSLY BLARING- 4:53, I SETTLED UNDER YOUR SMOOTH, HARD MUSCULATURE,YOU WERE CONFIDENT, SURE. WITH THE STRENGTH OF HERCULES, YOU CLIMBED MIGHTILYUNTIL YOU REACHED THE MOUNTAIN TOP, SLEW AL.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/307350/ one morning while riding the NYC Subway, with eveyone deep into their Newspapers, a Woman-(Deranged it appeared) entered into our car, she was ranting and raving, but no one would look up from their papers or acknowledge that she was there... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305124/ while riding the bus home one day, and being 'rapped' to, as we referred to it back in the day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305116/ feeling trapped in a relationship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305109/ needing to feel that I am more than I am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305103/ Odes to Loves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305098/ when we think it's luv... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305067/ Sunday Morning in the kitchen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/305059/ a poem about my Moms ability to 'throw together' a batch of bisciuts without effort... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/304459/  Chapter Three- The Christmas Present Jocelyn and Jean were born ‘Down South’, whatever that meant. In our young minds ‘Down South’ sounded mysterious and special; it was the unknown for the rest of us.They used it as if it were special, too. They acted as i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/300144/ I was asked to write a poem, but did not feel inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/297498/ Written in 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/297486/ Wriiten many moons ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/297457/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/296708/ Memoir http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/293722/                                             Reverie I stumbled through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/289791/ WRITTEN ABOUT MY DAD, WHAT I REMEMBER... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/287124/ THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS SHARING EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WITH MY BROTHERS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/287112/ It seem's I am being haunted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/280759/ This poem was written because every day, at just about dawn, upon awakening- I have memories of a special place in time , of a special time in a place... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ellajuliaann/280756/