http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlicePatinkin The original writings of author Alice Patinkin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A sonnet to a leaf: A.K.A. the only thing anyone should ever write a sonnet to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1667468/ I had a thought todayThat I don’t know how to sayIn plain wordsPlain words do no creditAlthough I try and editIt’s absurd!I will try and explainThis little damnable thingWhich does burnIn the core of my heartWhen we are apartI do yearn!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1667465/ You're the mighty kingThe king of the seaBut the ocean wavesCrash down in front of meI stand here aloneAlone on the shoreMy cries all have drownedIn its deafening roarWhilst in quiet deepYou're showered with loveIt seems you've forgotThis sad world up aboveIf I could insistTwo worlds would collide!T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1451940/ Mud PuddleYou’re all over my feetYou've got me dancing,So happy and sweet Mud PuddleWe're a terrible messBut it’s fantasticI must confess. When the rain comes tumblin' down,I don’t cry, no, and I don't frown ‘.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1360618/ I still smell you on my clothesI still see you when my eyes are closedI still feel your arms around me, tightWhen I'm laying in my bed at nightYou're still living in my heartAlthough we've been so long apartI still hold you here inside of meI still imagine all the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1344608/ A prompt from my real-life writer's group: 'A Musician Who Goes Through Tragedy, and Can No Longer Play Music.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1248237/ Found in the diaries of Leslie Anne Strong 1905 - 1979 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1246947/ Once upon a time there was a beautiful Queen named Ronald.Queen Ronald liked to sit in the grand hall of her palace and sing showtunes, and she would hire several small, fluffy kittens to dance to them. One day Queen Ronald was reading the morning paper when she spied an ad:   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195875/ Love, love, what are you?So many objects claim your nameSo many songs, so many games.Love, where can I find you?Should I look to magazines?To the sultry movie scenes?No.Love, you are a soulYou are patienceYou are kindnessYou are the laughter of a friendAnd the kiss of a child.Love, you are hereIn my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195850/ Written when I was 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195337/ We had a friendshipIt grew like a willowReaching down to touch the grassReaching out to touch the starsIt tickled our nosesAs we sat in the skyAnd we, in our summer paradiseSet our Friendship aflame We delighted in the fires heatBut now we’ve found it charred our skinWe turned our heads a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195333/ At night I am visitedBy the ghost of beauty's pastOh ghost, won't you let me be?You were my lover, when you were livingBut now your sweet words ring emptyThey are a mumble, a whisperThat time has impairedYour caress is but a memoryOf living moments once sharedBetween two young soulsWhos love fell si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195329/  Affectionate infectionDeep inside of youWill you realize you're chokingBefore your face turns blue?Such an affectionate infectionBurrowing deepIt'll steal away your freedomWhile you are fast asleep Threatening rejectionShould you step out of bounds She'll scream and she'll crySh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1195319/ Another project from my first year of college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194878/ Repetition is a sin,Though I know not where, Or just how to begin. Nothing is easy, Or so the sparrow told, But I'd like to be young Before I get old. My heart is the size Of a warm summer sky, But the earth weighs me down, My body tells me I can't f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194875/ This lyric is about a man during the 40's/50's (Pinup girl heyday) with a few screws missing/likely very partial to the bottle, singing his ode to a pinup, who he has found himself in love with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194823/ It’s such a nice feeling to wait for youThe silence, like baited breath, or the silence before a stormHangs like a sweet fruit hangs on the vineDuring its time of waitingFor the gardener’s hand to find. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194429/ Scene: Evelina walks in the graveyard. She comes here to escape the eyes of her ever watchful, uptight mother, and to let her thoughts run wild. The night approaches, the dusk is quick upon the field where the graveyard sits. Mourning Doves coo, and the night sings softly... softly, as she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194423/ I was lost, drowning in a deep blue seaNever did I know what you were doing for me. You lay me to dry in a vast desert planeAnd alone, I built up my own garden again; Flawed, green and delicate, but strong and proudFrom the blood I shed and the sweat of my brow. You left me there, alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194416/ I think I'll take a walk todayThe sky is blue, the air is cleanAnd if I take a walk todayWill there be new things to see?They say there always will beBut how could they know what tomorrow will bring?I look outside my windowSoon it will be spring.I'd like to take a walk todayWalking slow, no hurry pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194412/ A short-story I wrote for a project in college earlier this year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlicePatinkin/1194402/