<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>L. Fenella | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/thestorytree</link>
		<description>The original writings of author L. Fenella</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776211018</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>new tricks</title>
			<description>you engraved your laugh inside medeep, deep grooves, I traced them overand overand overand over(and over)and when the engraver fadedthe engravings began to bleedso I etched them on my wristsan oath sworn in (you know, right?)the all-knowing adults called it grieffailure to co..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1428279/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>winter wonderland</title>
			<description>the naked trees dare to scrape the skyyour lover (the Sun) has decided to go through motionsfar down below, the waves of earth are frozen down deeptoo deep for roots of dreams to reachcocoa sketches swirls of fragrant steam across my cheekslips are bold colors in this blustering December..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1426962/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>berry picking</title>
			<description>too-ripe strawberries, pick onefresh pop from stem, and I squishthe red between my lips, whileyou toss a small yellow-seeded ruby, it arcsperfectly across the arid blue skysplat smack bullseye lick lips I roll over, face youbreeze plays with my hair and somewhere amag..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1426959/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>the binders, the mourners</title>
			<description>I lace my fingers, my bones through yoursGrief and euphoria are whirling on the edges of your lipsCan you remember me?Below the dewdrop crown, flowers weepYour broken eyes burn brighter, brighterOur hearts shatter in perfect harmonyIf this breathless suspension of thunderous chimesIs l..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1426950/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>scribbly thoughts</title>
			<description>Just a poem I wrote for a contest. 
</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1117220/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Moon-whispers</title>
			<description>Nothing really comes to mind. It is what it is, I suppose.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thestorytree/1116672/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>