http://slow.writerscafe.org/jcheart The original writings of author Jennifer Lenhardt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016734 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It starts with“I can”and you can,begin again,look in the mirrorand reinvent,not the wheel,but whoeveryou thinkyou should havealways been,to begin with,To be,and do,and believein yourself,and allof your capabilities,that you have, to offer the world,Give themyour gifts,becausethey’r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/721279/ She runs,and I wonder,“What are we running from?”when she stops,transforms,intoa city park singer,her stage; a grassy knoll,covered, in tinywhitedelicate flowersthat overlooka city;her audience;the buildings, poised and ready,waiting,before she belts it out;her first song; praise, and at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/709693/ All of life isn’tfor all of not,houses collapse and rebuildand collapse again,and Earth shatters, shakes and moves,and rearrangesher foundations,and when she does,she will not think of you,she will not stop to considerif you are ready,asking, “have you prepared?&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/709143/ Is it really3:16in the morning?but we could,couldn’t we? wrap ourselves up againunder distant twilight skies,with arms and legs,and celestial bodies, draped  in the darkest of blues,where long past midnighta thousand milky wayswould spin, and twirl, and dance,just to be heldwithin our eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/707937/ Centeredand what does this look like?to be so perfectly balanced,neither teeteringleft or right,and as I type,centered is what comes to mind,posing precariouslylike a high rise walkeron a rope strung tight, between two towers,centered bravelyover bustling metropolis cities,mind fixated on a thin dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/706099/ There are so many other coverswe can slip betweenand into,pulling blankets up and over our heads,for warmth beneathand it is so easy, so comforting,but to slip out of, to pull off our own skins,to take a knife and circumcise ourselves,exposed and cold,is such a difficulty,standing naked, to bare it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/705482/ All things eventually get inand nature encroaches no matter how secure our houses,with doors and windows locked,that no man breaches,but nature tears at the very corners,at the very fibers of our beings,and lets herself in,where mouse scurries across floors in secret,hoping, that no one sees himrunn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/704789/ Oh, give me, give mea voice like this;like the songbird in mourning,singing gloriousovations of joy,of overtures,of melodies,  of unknown origins, languages,but still, singing gladly,in a tune that’s recognizableto all who’s listening,singing, whether sun o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/704154/ Prompt from April/Write a Poem a Day: http://bit.ly/fszm3a http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/703975/ He tells me to rest easy, dearrest easy,for the sun will come up againcome morning,and the day will beginanew,as it always does,it is only a matter of mindset,mind seton a bright and morning sun,for what’s gone is gone,live only for the moment, dearthink not on yesterda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/703596/ In honor of National Poetry Month and one of my all time favorite poets: Maya Angelou: Phenomenal Woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/702676/ The Moody Blues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/702255/ Is it possibleto let all things go?relinquishingwhat wasn’t oursand never wasa course, of courseto take a different route,to forge ahead,to cross,what we couldn’tcross,without a bridge,a map,a pre-plannedpath,to step outwithoutdirection,relinquishing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/702136/ An Event Horizon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/694675/ Let me speakwhat I want to speak,and let me saywhat I want to sayand do not judge me,give me libertyof freedom of speechas long as I speakof beauty,of wonder,and of such things,that inspire,that awaken,that call men to dreammore nobler dreams,let me saywhat I want to say,and let me speakwhat I want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/693625/ You are my melancholysleep aid tonight,spent awash in too manysad, romantic movies,carrying on as if you were Cary Grant himself,or something,but Cary Grant was much morecathartic than youand much, much less drearyTake Clooney for instance,who has to be a Cary reincarnatedexcept not nearly as funnyf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/692921/ I want to be the invisible girl in the blue box, who sits at the windows and watches as the rain rolls down, glass houses, as people come and go from the parking lot, filling and unfilling, wondering, where it all goes, the boxes that go home and return again to cash out, what didn’t d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/692380/ Just having a bit of fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/691960/ I wantto be tossed upon bedsheets,ravished,no more time wastingfor beauty is fleeting and meant to bedevouredwhile she is still here,to ravish the heartof himwho dares to consume her,and she will,so that when he is old, gray-haired,her beauty gone,he will remember still,her beautyas it was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/691236/ The moon looked down on me tonightand cried with tears I couldn’t crySo sullen faced and full and roundwith the biggest, roundest eyesWith tears that dripped down round the cheeksand pooled around the mouthWhere each one dropped off quivering chinas the world looked on with grief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/691031/ It is such a frustrating thing, how words evade me and refuse to goin the appropriate order Who says they have say? I have say, I am the writer,I create, I make, with sentence, with order and bring to chaos, house structures, buildings, that grow up from the ground, that sprout, that grow into green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/690436/ I AM in every storyevery turn and twist and face of a thousand facesseen atevery cornerin every smilein every eye that should be minebut isn’t minein every voicethat sounds like so many othersI AM the reflectionof the girl walking bycaught in the windowlingeringat the corner of every eyethe gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/680368/ For Valentine's Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/679780/ it’s the killing timethat kills itthe minuteswastedthe hours untastedtwenty four from yesterday’s already goneand eatenon a tastelesspalettetwenty four moreof today’s to gosixty minutes in every hourand sixty secondsin every minuteunable to turn it backeven for a secondto rotate a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/679361/ bowl?I’d let the bowl dropglass hitting floorshattered pieceswaterspillingeverywherecovering my feetthat step overshardssoakedin jaggedragged piecesthat exemplifyyour lifeand all that you areand all that I’vestepped overready to graba broom a bucketmop to mop you upcareful not to cut my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/678518/ I don’t have time for those who think that they are betterweighing scales with weighing eyesabsconding down the staircasehurried steps that break the stepsthat others might not climb because this, this is where loftiness beginsand then ascendsstating to the little ones,the numb ones, the broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/678040/ and so -you push the envelopeto let the letters outand they’ll go flyingwhile you are strivingyour hair thinningas well as the bones under your skinmust be showingto measure the value of your worthalways seeking the world’s opinionthe world’s approvalthe “who’s who&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/677468/ I shouldn’t have to - say anythingwords are not necessarybecause I know who I am and where I belongI have no second doubtsor thoughtsand though to you I may be a quandaryI may be something elseentirelysomething you've never evenconsidered before and so, who am I really?too many, many things to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/676962/ I had to close the doorevery doorand throw away the keyin a lock downwith the shutters drawn tightover windows tomy mindand I couldn’t let you in anymoreI couldn’t readI couldn’t let you suck me ininto your worldany longeryour mindthat was growing darker day by dayhour by hourwith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/675291/ Hair of The Dog - On Tap #3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/674821/ I woke up too early this morning, plagued by a headache, and I imagine from clenching my jaw or grinding my teeth in the middle of the night, the worst of it above my left eye. It doesn’t help either that I’ve lost my reading glasses and have been without them for over a month now, the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/674729/ it feels so good to finally kick you to the curband be free of your sicktwisted energyyou mind fuckdumb fuckout of luck SOBwith the saddest of allreality storiesand hah! i have to laugh at the laughing stockwho points fingers  at everybody elseand yet, can’t see plainlythat everything he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/674253/ there are happy reasonswithout reasoningan happy seasoningsto questionto think of the meaningas it rests  upon my tonguerosemarythymesageand cinnamoncardamomand of all thingscorianderwhat a flower!blooming in the threads in a color on a loomwhere it weaves it’s way throughmy hairlike a ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/674007/ They sit opposite one another, the small coffee shop quieting after a bustling morning, patrons, one after another giving up their seats to leave and head out into their days but, like most days in the Northwest it’s another day of drizzly inactivity. People occasionally scanting about on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/673281/ Books -that I have wandered, getting lost, lost within their hallways and roaming corridors, half feigning through their pages of the ones that call to me, that know me by my name and even reading the ones that do not, that have been long and lost forgotten, now collecting dust, and as their paper y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/669832/ Come, and I will pull a chair into the middle of the kitchenSit, and I will straddle you and no, this is not a lap danceThis, is a mind meldThough, for you, I may take my shirt off I may throw it into the cornerI may strip down to just my jeans and my brassierewith breasts budding over, and yes, you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/668217/ Based on the true story of a used car salesman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/665911/ oh, when will you come down out of your orbitand stop encircling me?put away your toothbrushcome down here on this bedkiss mewhen will you stop standing in the side wings?come down herethat we may play our respective parts here in this Shakespearean playIs this a comedy?you the manand I the womanwho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/664941/ Everything follows a progressiona natural progressionbut when dealing with the unnaturalthere is no line to drawfrom point Ato point BThere is no connecting of the dotsFollowing the numbers in the natural orderof nuMerical sequenceBetter to go at it backwardswhen dealing with the exceptional unordin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/664408/ Have I been securedand securely fastened?Weaved through the intricate mazesof your mind, your heart?To the point that one could not unweave them?The me that has no endthrough you?Is this what God’s been up to?Wrapping up loose endsuntil their is an infinite patternof an unbroken picturea tapes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/663785/ The meaning to life, the universe, and everything in it is - 42. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/663164/ My heart feels heavy and I don't know why. Maybe it is the weight of the clouds, saturated, they sag, the earth pulling the weight of the water from them. And why does this make me sad today? I was not sad earlier, but now? Now that it is raining I feel the pull and the weight of something -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/661881/ may I kiss youand suck the whip cream off your facemy chocolaty eclairwith the hot chocolate eyesstirringas I drop my marshmallows inone at a timeand I’ll melt them alllike tiny little snowmenon a cold and frosty nightwatchingas the steam risesoff your lipsstirringmy hot chocolateand as I take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/661754/ My dreary dear, once again you are speaking in Morris Code and I have not the time to decipher. Leaving a liter of paper trails, handing out your rejection letters. And how many is that now? I think I must have at least four from you tucked away in my sock drawer. Or, maybe they are in my ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/660545/ a modern day rendition of the Song of Songs... dedicated to my "someday" future husband. sorry, i just couldn't resist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/659824/ the weather will holdthe clouds at bayperhaps we will seethe sunset todayperhaps you and I can still tuck it in and kiss it goodnightoh won’t you -come, watch it with medescend, take a bowas it goes roundtill meets the dawncome morningoh won’t you -come, watch it with mewhere the earthre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/658511/ Hair of the Dog contest - Tap #1. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/657763/ It would be better to say a thousand prayerswith a thousand prayer beadsTo lay prostrate upon the floorFace downCounting, one after anotheras each slips through the fingersAnd each one, what would you ask for?Would you ask for prosperity?Peace?Would you ask for health?For humility?A thousand beads,A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/657353/ I'm tired of this, this story, and honestly, I just want it to go away. I want you to go away. Go throw yourself into somebody else's arms. Go bury yourself into somebody else's legs. Because I wanted a better story, a better man, and that's all I ever wanted. Not some coward who plays nothing but t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/656975/ tonight,I couldn’t help but think as everyone stomped their feettheir hands in a mad clap above their headsthe word colossal comes to mindlike elephants feet, the size and impact of such a momentand you?you Chicken Little chicken s**t!and yes, I’m not afraid to say itbecause that’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcheart/656588/