http://slow.writerscafe.org/ElizabethMoore89 The original writings of author LenaGrove en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776247177 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 chronicling the many years of travel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ElizabethMoore89/537525/  When We Are Goneand the ashen world sways lonely,who will the bare brancheswhisper to?Once they cradled cherry blossomsclose like precious rubies, now their leaves are shaken, silencedlike their mouths.When we are gone, and our children’sfeet no lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ElizabethMoore89/529395/ A redheaded woodpecker anda weathered rocking chair.I sit and listen and read,Walt Whitman.He speaks to me. Because of course we both know that I am him and he is me. A lake of glass and a trickling fountain,the cloudy blue sky in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ElizabethMoore89/522991/ Wolf Childv   The boy sat shivering in the coldand the night. His toes had gone numb, limp stubs that would do him no good. Herubbed his hands together clumsily, occasionally blowing hot damp breathbetween the palms. It prevented the deadness from taking them, but he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ElizabethMoore89/516654/  The Day Your Death Became a Possibility terrible visions stormed throughmy headlike scenes from a black andwhite movie[the phone call �" stuffing anescapingscream to my chest, those tearstrying tostrangle - driving home a numba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ElizabethMoore89/515738/