http://slow.writerscafe.org/Susanclaire70 The original writings of author Susan C. Allen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012739 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One night while I lived in Spokane, Washington I was up late and think I saw a coyote out of my kitchen window. Afterwards I had a dream and this is what I wrote when I woke up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Susanclaire70/1353488/ I took a writing class at the Irish Writing Center in Dublin once and met a lovely young British woman named Helen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Susanclaire70/1353486/ I wrote this poem about a friend of mine whose father is gay and his mother was an alcoholic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Susanclaire70/1353450/ Chapter Two  King Without a Crown After meeting King, I went home.  The day was nearly over.   Behind the house, the low sun flaunted aswathe of apricot pink across the sky, as I sat in the driveway and looked atour house.  It was our fifth house, the housewe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Susanclaire70/1351313/ This is a story about how I met a young hippie at a library near London and how a chance meeting can change a person's life. It's about finding inspiration in the most unlikely places. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Susanclaire70/1351309/