http://slow.writerscafe.org/Cap The original writings of author ChrisP en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151970 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Was it thirty-six?I still cannot seem to remember. I was so tired, dry, nerviousAs we waited in silence.And it wasn't for long When my life, and yoursChanged for ever.     In blood and birth.And to my shame and honor, I cried. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cap/450634/ A poem I wrote a few years ago about a children's book I love! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cap/448116/  And so, this sounds got me dizzy againThis door frame’s a mockeryTo bring in all the sameAnd as the breeze blows the pagesAnd the people walk byWe’re not free, until summer arrives And so, the bladed grass speaks in its tongueAnother story to tellAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cap/447892/  The front deck to his home was made of real mahogany. It looked out of place with the surrounding atmosphere of reflecting metal and glass which made up his house. And despite the odd look it brought, he treasured his fine deck above many things. He sat on a swinging bench near the middle of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cap/447850/ The hills grew to the skyWishing to touch, like BabelSee the heavens in their greedMeet the clouds and disrupt     Each shape we could makeAnd in a desperate callThey felt the winterComing upon them. Choke.And so they change from God     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Cap/447849/