http://slow.writerscafe.org/LeonGipson The original writings of author Leon Gipson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029658 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One never knows what life will be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743339/ a hopeless romantic once said... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743338/ Yet another angst filled rhyme... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743337/ An attempt at word play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743335/ The basis of Ramblings (2002) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743331/ Based on a simple statment made in a rural Russian restaurant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743326/ What can I say? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743322/ To my friend, Ludmila on her Birthday (Paul Leon Gipson, 2005) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743320/ I got lost in thought, I think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743311/ Just a thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/743310/ Remembering my Balashov in the summer of 2001 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/309082/ Do the muses know?Whatever it is,Will it so beIf they dare say it? Be it willOr, be it notA poet’s swillBegins to churnAs thoughts idyllic sour. Bloat of wordRivers of inkA twisted rhymeSometimes absurdAs the babbling brook. Outer gleeInner an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308843/ Dreaming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308829/ I was asked to write something using the word "interactive". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308825/  The wind whispers and I listenAs my essence begins to quiverSweet rhapsodies I declareFound not elsewhereOnly in nature they do christen. The wind whispers and I followWhere I go, I know notWhy I go, I only listenDaring not to question whyFearing the rhapsodies hollo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308821/ a tussle with original sin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308800/ Came about through a discussion on global warming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308796/ All quiet on the eastern frontThe western front tooNot a sound to be heardNot even a whisper. As strangers pass in the nightSleepwalking I wonderNot even a noticeNothing to be heard. A word, if only a wordCome it mightSoftly spokenFrom so far away. Though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308789/ Written in June of 2002 about my favorite village of Balashov, Russia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308526/ playing wih my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308516/ A very abbreviated version of a work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308512/ a whimsical look at the landscape before entering a walmart. written in 2002. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308507/ tongue in cheek inspiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308100/ a rather melancholy prelude to my trip to Balashov, Russia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308095/ all is not bad, life is good http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308094/ a continuation of morbidity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308093/ A rather morbid look at the death business. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308085/ A poem written for someone that lives eight hours in the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308081/ Dreaming of a place I have never been. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LeonGipson/308074/