http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexzynder The original writings of author Alex Zynder en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the hill there stands a battered home, all aloneIt’s late but still the lady waits, by the gateThe sea has flattened all the trees, with its breezeNo bark, they resemble human bone,hear them moan? She can hear the gravel crunching wheels, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/1450535/ I’ve been living in this building for 38 eight by my count, maybe 39, I forget a year here and there sometimes. And though the street had always been loud ( this is New York after all) Right now, it sounded down right rowdy. Like I was living downtown New Orleans at Mardi Gra, which admitted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/1153566/ I'll defy walls and over bridgesMay savage the civil, and straighten the circleI Might win outI will fold handsThen end again, begin again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/1100107/ A life like a bolt oflight,From the sky, on a sullenIrate night. Birth was instant,Followed bya fatal foray-In the same minute. A Self-Incinerating sparkis lit-And Extinguished at thestrike of lifebut yet,my Candle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/723876/ She was Wendy when I was with herMy pixie dust was just a golden glitter-But we climbed upon my shedWith it dumped upon my headHer blue eyes, on a blue skyMy arms stretched out, ready to fly I heard her yell, as I fell,It sounded like, “Tinker bell!”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/709374/ I hate the rain-I hate the rain!Fingers and toesShriveled and soakedBones groanBody shivers 'til clouds of greyAre Pushed awayAnd all the flowers glitter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/667416/ My favorite kind of rainFell down on me todayIt's smaller than a sprinkleLighter than a lady bugYou can't even see it'til it collect's on your windowIt's hails little brotherSnow's second cousin, twice removedit'll never cause a wreck Or close down a schoolOh but that little sprinkleWith its ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/667415/ Terrible irony.Always-He is Death,and so,cannot die.How can DeathKill Himself?The question is,does he live,Or simplyan entity does he exist?Never knowingof joyor loveor glorybut onlyHis taskSolely,He is in a one man PurgatoryNot perfect.He has madeMistakes.He's taken Too Ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/667408/ The beginning's in her left pocketThe middle's in her rightThe end's a Jay, perched on her shoulderFluttering quick and light'til her arm starts to burnand her head starts to turnOnly to watch the bird take flightWill she kill the hero?How then will the story end? The paper is loose at the bind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/665031/ You're an opened eyed nightmarelook at your stare, your stareDon’t watch, I will strive And I will strainblood in your merlottear's are your champagne  You're an abstract sonnetA rule broken rhymehair disheveled, legs IntertwinedYou're a pattern in the cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/647916/ a monsters decision. i wrote this for an english class, where we had to write a story from first person about ourselves, and turn it into a 3rd person prose from a monster s p.o.v http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/535608/ I don’t normallydream, and hardly remember when I do. When I do dream everything is in a hazeNot likebeing drunk. Not like searching through a thick morning fogBut likelooking through a liquid windowI know I amapart from the fantasyI know theseghostly hallucinations c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/528161/ a little late night writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/526971/ I walk withangry stepsThe carbreaks as often as my promises doA sidewalksitting gentlemanWe stare ateach other with a gracious understanding He can havemy lunchI’ll get aride at twoA strollerpasses the other wayMother anddaughter giving the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/522264/ I'm a chair without legsJust two long iron chainswaiting for the day to endwill you not come outside?will you not hang with me?Gaze at the sunset againI miss you in the winterwhen snow covers my bodyI miss you in the springwhen the rain showers comebut during the summerwe resume our rockingback and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexzynder/522247/