http://slow.writerscafe.org/Serendipity3 The original writings of author Marie Starr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004720 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 unglue your tongue talk to wind … talk totrees … talk to streamsflowing over pebbles …talk to single blades ofgrass … talk to me … say anything … sayeverything … say nothingat all … just turn your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/343988/ I wasn't allowed to date outsidemy race when I was young. My mother believed it was okay,admirable even, to have friendswho were not white but thatyou wouldn't want tomarry them. And if you did, you shouldn't havechildren with them because thenyour children would be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326788/ hmmm ... dunno, this is one of those poems I kind of like but never really feel like it works or it's done or something ... oh yeah, and i can't figure out a title ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326618/  he pulls the onion skin off the mood hes inhears it crackle as it hits the floor he breathes in again feels the heat again in this dream hes in he wants more puts a new coat on takes his glasses off rubs his temple where the visions throb folds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326615/ dirt ties moon tosand to coldyellow hand tobright blue bruiseto to blank woodface marked withsilent sorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326611/ Why is ityou can walk into any open Wal Martand buy your kids a bucket of Cowboys and Indiansto play withbut you could never — would nevereven if you could — buy them bucketsof Jews and Nazis, of Serbs andCroatians, of Tutsi and HutuPublished in Haz Mat Literary R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326606/  His eyes did rest upon Julia’s breastas she spoke or questioned or sighed,until she shaved her head one dayto spite his wandering eye;now when she speaks or quests or sighshis eyes rest on her barren brow,on the memory of her hairlineand the fate that awaits him now.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326604/ Shadowboxing for safetyhe called itand hung it on the wallin gilded frame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326603/ I am teaching my daughter to drumThis is the walking beatI tell herThis is the first beat you should learnIt helps you to establish a rhythmIt encourages you to use both handsIt gives you a basic beat to build fromThis is boringShe tells meI am teaching my daughter to gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326600/   I spent a whole year being on timeand all I ever ended up doingwas waiting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326598/ You can have your hatred.Even though it's of me, it's not mine.I don't own it.And I will not carry your bitterness in my throat any longer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326430/ I take pictures of barns falling down, hanging 'round like ancient ruins: symbols of a society that is passing away. We've gone from gatherer to farmer to consumer: from the birth of surplus to the worship of purchase. Fast forward from that ripe red apple, to whichever plastic replica .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326429/  Television will not be revolutionizedYou will be able to stay home, sisterYou will be able to plug in, turn on, and cop outIn fact, you will be systematically programmedTo prioritize your lifestyle around your viewing habitsWill be encouraged to become addicted to latest trendT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326425/ Ain’t no shame in your game girlMen be playing it all the timeAin’t no crime in your rhyme girlYou just keep trying to get yours‘Cause you know , I’ll be tryin to get mineDon’t need no reason for the seasonDon’t need no false grin upon your chinD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326424/ Puddle-jumping across the mesa, bathed inbleached echoes of distant nights,she came. Masked in moonbeams, draped in deerskin, holdingher hands upturned and open. I offered her my softest stone.She took it. And weeping as she leapt, returned the same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326383/ words shuttered and wingedsoar in spaces left betweenwhat is seen and unseen a sudden hushof morning breathsettles on my skin reminding meto be grateful for thismoment that i'm in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326379/ Join small children onpaths of discovery;take their trust in yourpale, pebbled palms. Walk through any emptyarchway, any open door, mind open: willingto explore. Trust in your own insight.That what is right willcome to you; that what you need, you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326377/ You will never knowthe whole truth. There isno such thing. Truth is relative. Is amatter of perspective, tingedby individual perception. Seek it anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326369/ Everyone's a fragile flower,whether we admit to itor not. We are all soft-shelled creaturesof desire, none immune to the fireof sharpened tongues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326365/ love the human - gary snyder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326364/ Trees knowwhen to let gotheir leavesand stand nakedagainst the sky; when to bloomand how to trust,even in the depthof winter, thatspring will comeagain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326359/  Nobody likes a mime, andwith good reason, theirimitation of life tooclosely reflectsour own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326357/ *don't know what to call this one ... all i can think of is "you" or "divorce song" ... not very satisfying titles ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326356/ very short poem ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326355/ we walk these stolen landsour own blood onour own hands speaking mostly from hungerwriting mostly from need dressed in the bodies of womenpainted in murals of men we measure the length of on star's breathagainst the loss of one heart's death&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipity3/326344/