http://slow.writerscafe.org/SummerSnow The original writings of author SummerSnow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775495424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A gathering storm Behind her eyes An answer to A new surprise His phone had buzzed Put down her book She picked it up And took a look There on the phone A naked pic Her fury rose Another chick The storm had built To a fevered pitch She had to know Who is this b***h She brought the phone To where h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1296657/ Agnes sings, a lift in her step As she sets the table for four Her very best china, best silverware And the centerpiece they all adore The teapot starts whistling, ready at last The biscuits starting to brown The raspberry jam, made by her hand And the honey bought from near town A setting for Mary,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1296654/ Whatever happened to little Timmy?Looks at his mother, passed out drunkHungry and dirty, cries for attentionNo dad to teach him to throw a ballWhatever happened to little Timmy? Whatever happened to teenage Timmy?Secret crush on a girl that mocks Cruel names,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1291182/ Stoplight is redRead my signI’m hungry Can you give me a dollar? I see your signYour dirty clothesI’m busyAnd I don’t have a dollar You look at meLike I’m disgustingBut I’m hungryPlease will you give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1291167/ Jenny grabbed the thick rope attached to the barn roof andswooped gracefully to the loft on the other side.  Then back again.“C’mon, Teddy.  Yousaid you’d do it before the end of summer. You’ve got to do it today”, Jenny whined.  Today .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1290235/ Pop!Goes the balloon Of my fantasy PrickedBy the pinOf your reality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1290172/ I remember The first time I saw youLaughing, carefreeYou tucked a wild sprig of brown hair behind your earWatching as the door shut behind youI couldn't wait to see you againI remember The last time I saw youPeaceful, carefreeI tucked a wild sprig of gray hair behind your earWatching as the casket s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SummerSnow/1289636/