http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndyR The original writings of author Andy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016730 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Standing outside on a summers night, smoking a cigar, staring up at a light, and wondering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/386582/ While walking in the woods one dayI sat upon a rock to praywhispering softly in the stillnessGreat Spirit, hear me if you will As I gaze upon my pathremembering the days I have liveddid I follow your chosen onedo I have more to give Did I help those in needand talk ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/386571/ Written for a contest. Rules, ya know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/386324/ I wrote this at a friends house June 29, 2008, and just now revised and filled in the blanks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385899/ There is something I enjoy about a laundrymat, something cozy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385838/ A wise and old treeonce shared with me"don't share with others,what I have with thee".For what is to bethey will surely seethe door that will beopened by the ghost within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385814/ Stuck inside on a winter day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385809/ Screaming,churning,roaring with anger. Words,thoughts,ramblings and pain. Stories,poems,fiction and real.     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385797/ Charlie slipped through the dark underbrush. The moon was full tonight, but was dimmed by a transparent coverying of clouds. What light made it thru was thinned even more by the tree cover of the woods. Charlie could hear the gentle lapping sound coming from his right, so he knew his course was wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/385755/ Hearing the sound of quietAlong the lake's edge, waves lapping at the shoreShrouded in sweet, early morning mistCarrying the canoe to the waterThrough the rocks that dot the red clayPushing off, with a stroke of the paddleHearing the sound of quietDrawing in the smell of the lakeGl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/382696/ Don't think of me, babywhen I'm gonelife's too shortyou must go on.But if it's in your dreamswhile laying sweetly in your bedyou may think you seeyes, it is truly me.I have come to talk of how you areand how I miss youfor I'm not living in darkness.I have come to walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/382695/ Inspired by an event summer 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndyR/382652/