http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alloutofwords The original writings of author All out of words en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201600 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who's this, sleeping inside of me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/554298/ Your absence is tangible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/461893/ I dream of somewheres, anywheres, elsewheres. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/441182/ A sonnet in alexandrines. For T., whose breath is poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/441177/ Ruin, n. : a fallen, wrecked, or decayed condition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/439916/ Airplanes are lonely places. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/439915/ "If I die maybe I would rather have a house like this than a plaque with an angel." A childhood vignette. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/424740/ Along with love and death, nature is the one thing about which we will never run out of things to say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/424231/ In memory of my grandmother, who passed away on May 29 and whose legacy will, I hope, long outlive me. Another abecedarian for another contest, an entirely different style - Alexandrines! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/421779/ He's been watching her for four years. Now, they talk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/421401/ the hard-shelled pupa of a moth or butterfly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/420568/ An experiment and lackluster homage to my favorite poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/420484/ An abecedarian. Sadly, though expectably, trying to spell our names with these lines results in utter nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/419597/ Those who wish to sing always find a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/419391/ Memories, flowers, and memories of flowers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alloutofwords/419286/