http://slow.writerscafe.org/DiGloria The original writings of author Gabri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996146 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There are certain times and certain places where the light is perfect. It's hard to find in winter because most of the light is cold and unforgiving, but today I found forgiving light. At the top of my stairway is a small kitchenette. There is a doorway out of it that leads to a fire escape. In the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1704892/ I looked around me. The glossy majesty of the snow had been swept over by the storm of silt. Stunted bushes tried to grow out of the forbidding ground, but most stood alone. Here and there clumps of trees had managed to come up. They were bare though, worn out looking. Ugly gravel was strewn across .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1703652/ To the right of me, the mountains had been touched with pale lavender, giving them an ethereal appearance. I turned then, to see where the light was coming from. As soon as my eyes met the sun, I was completely stopped. It erased all commonplace. The puddles turned pink. The driftwood cast enlarged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1695515/ The twisting, turningWild air of this dayHas crept into my heartAnd caused billows ofSunshine to grow there. Rising, flying, illuminated,Fingertips perching and toes curling,Flying fierce and free! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1695514/ I told my heart to be strong and I told it to remember the stars which are always bright and true. I told my heart to wait without hope and I told my heart to be still. But still it clamors, demanding to be felt, demanding to be consulted and demanding answers. Oh troubling heart! Be still! Be still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1695392/ This is true. But it's not even really a short story. (It's a vignette.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1504185/ In these days of spring, When light floods All it can touch,And the winds blow In giggling whispers 'Round your ears, It does not doFor one to be sad. 'Tis springs fault This room is swimming in peace.'Tis the fault of the warmth My heart has crinkled into a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1502692/ When I stepped out of my door, The sky had turned to a protective grey. Not a crack in it. Covering our home. Capturing the stillness. The trees stood quietly beneath it, Resting in white night gowns. Hardly bowing as I passed by them. It was beautifulAnd so I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1502038/ A few months agoThe trees budded with determination.Those buds grew fervently all summer.In just a few September weeks, They vivaciously turned to fire.It has taken only two daysfor the wind to bully them fromtheir hard won homes.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1492788/ The world conspired to defeat meIn the form of stiff spatulas,Cold toes,And a lost water bottle.Tired eyes,Strong onions,And propane stoves that wouldn't start. The world conspired to defeat me,And today,It won.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1492785/ This is not really a poem. It's just a writing. Apparently there's not a category for that sort of nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DiGloria/1492511/