http://slow.writerscafe.org/alphabetayla The original writings of author Ayla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776097994 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We met when suns rose high and still,and birds made glassy, half-throatnoises that seemed to come from everywhere -and never quite died down. You gave me flowers shaped like stars -you touched my cheekwith silver hands,and told me Autumn could never blurthe etchings on our skin. Petals, bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alphabetayla/1251894/ A poem written in a flurry of outrage after reading an article about street harassment. A woman's body and her life are her own - she is not there for your viewing pleasure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alphabetayla/1251887/ This is a syllabic poem (meaning there is a set pattern of syllables per line) that I did for my poetry class. It came from looking up at the night sky and feeling a strange pang of homesickness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alphabetayla/1251882/