http://slow.writerscafe.org/2minichinz The original writings of author annie lee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054762 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 National Poetry Month Day 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1749881/ a rengo for National Poetry Month Day 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1749520/ beautiful boy,she murmured,resting herforeheadon the coolnessof the window.her breathfogged the pane,and she pressedher palm against the fogged glass.the handprinthad five fingers,one palmbut no soul, noheart.after all, ahand is just a tool, isn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1653037/  looking back throughthe yearsis like looking atdistant mountains in the desert.heat ripples yourvisionlike a filtersoftening the roughedgeshiding the sharpblades of regret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1606112/ I'll bet you hate these tactics too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605663/ repressed, tongue-tied, stove-up, paralyzed --- oh, the adjectives just pile up... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605658/ rengo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605657/ wow -- a poem that rhymes! but it sounds like a limerick... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605654/  regretruns in rivuletsdowninside me.theillusion of my lifedissolvesto revealaclumsy skeletonthatmocks mewithmediocrity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605651/ senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605646/ the ever-young heart struggles with the knowledge of the things lost to it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605644/ so young, so promising, so fancy-free, so appealing, so thoughtful --consider carefully the steps you take in your life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1605642/ yeah, i know it's whining -- renamed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1497854/ another version of my poem "howl" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1497850/   not having an easytime of it:whether it is delayedmenopausal madness,high-tech stressor simply the chronicinsanitybrought on by mygood-natured husbandwho seems to beblithely unawareof how sensationallyill-suited we are.I would like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1497846/  euphoriaalways has a price.thetiny pleasures, the momentous moments,theinexpressible joys must be strung like pearls,eachlittle lustrous bead unique.hurtssuffered long agosometimesmake us wary,webuild a fortress to protect usweho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1497843/  World Alone           Therain peppered the window where Paul stood, watching as his wife Raynaapproached on the walkway outside.  Alarge red umbrella in one hand, she pushed the double stroller where their twoyear-o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1488561/  help me love theworldagain -- for I cannotseemto stir any warmthin my spirit for thislife.the ashes are coldand dead.I grieve for thosegone --there seem to be somany --I live in cold dreadof the future:  forebodingdarkness, roili.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1488554/  dreams have no shelflife.neglect shoots themthrough with rot.faith I put in themis as fleeting as thelivesof dragonflies andsnowflakes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1488553/  what was God’sstrategywhen he designed thesexes?must I believe thateven Godwas a paternalistic,myopic prick?the power that putmen in charge,the power thatconceived of menopause,cellulite andestrogen,the power that handedgravityt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1488551/ My experience with inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1365150/  big wooden puzzlestiny pudgy fingersstruggling to findthe piecethat fitsfingers growno longer tentativebut still strugglingto find the piecethat fits  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1310122/ she dreams of deadbabiesthat he hasforgotten.he walks ahead,his stride too longfor her to keep pace.for him what is pastis past,never again to beacknowledged.she cannot leave thepast.it will be on herbackforever.he is blind to the stones,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1310120/ The new year, a new hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1293203/ After Christmas, before New Years, I always experience abysmal depression; this is merely an expression of that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1293202/ rengö http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1293196/ golden years have yet to turn me into a believer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1273063/ rengo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254348/ rengo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254335/ recalling epiphanies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254321/ If the NSA reads this, they can call me for a very candid citizen's opinion (based on observation and actual experience) on the bigotry, sexism and rampant stupidity I experienced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254317/ I have changed the format of this poem because I was not successful in creating the lines, choosing the words, so that it read seamlessly. So I have changed it free verse and added a little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254312/  anyonewho doubtsahigher power onlyneedlook at tigers:suchsavagery, such beauty,nota cosmic accident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254170/ (tanka) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254166/  makeimpossiblepromises,wild passionatepromises;and iwon’thold you to them.  it’s goodmerelyto hear promises. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254164/ a senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254161/ a rengo -- a little something for All Hallows Eve http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1254158/  theharvest moon hangsinthe sooty sky, bathingearthin golden light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1250705/ (rengö) do you have a family member whose tongue slashes and tears, but who instantly forgets their verbal attack? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1250703/ (rengö) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1250699/ This is a new version of this. I changed the last three lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1249901/ what i hear when the lights are off http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247806/ the dmz between us and others http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247800/ the pursuit that the Constitution guarantees us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247794/ spiritual, mental anguish and illness damn some to the abyss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247790/ it may be a fur-lined rut, but it's still a rut. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247788/  Once again that timehas come to recall and recordthe triumphs ofthe year flying, flying by.Once more I laboriouslygrind out purple proseabout myself, embellishmundane deeds withornate verbiage, agonizeover phrases, select wordswith the cold c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1247781/ a tribute essay for my Dad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1234030/ little girls can be oh-so-mean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1234027/ a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/2minichinz/1234022/