http://slow.writerscafe.org/jenecequoi The original writings of author Jodelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The wind collided with the summer.The coconut shells basked in the joyThe wonderful echoes of laughter cased itself inAs the darkness of the chill barged it’s way inIt’s arms pushing, dragging its feet against the humid airClenching its wrist on the edges of the sun.Shade.Hands were burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1272348/ I woke up one day waiting for youHolding my cries beneath the blanketsI hear your sweet chattering, your natteringYour morning bread in the basket My brothers and sisters in the playroomClinging onto dolls and teddy bearsNursing each other with their stiff eyesRunning to dinner in their pairs&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1272347/ A picture I came across lead me to write a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1262832/ A tribute sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1253804/ She lights up four candles. Each one, her eyes fixate on thebright yellow hue that glides out of the wax. Placing the lighter down, sheturns around and closes her eyes, facing her palms together towards us. The energyis built on fresh lavender buds and vanilla oils thinning out around the room.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1251900/ Your life will never be the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1251899/ Your life will never be the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1237408/ A short story about Connor who dreams for a life he believes he deserves with his girlfriend Holly but gets more than he's bargained for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1209269/ A tale of desparity, sin, lust and paradise gone wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1170535/ The man stands as proud as the beastof the jungleThe gates move with persistent humming and resilient breathingMuffled murmurs from the neighboursnext doorFaint car alarms ripple through thewaves of the airAs the gate moves  odd drops of melted snow drip, drip.Pronoun an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1169817/ Experimental prose poem for one of my projects at university http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jenecequoi/1169807/