http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheWordWrecker The original writings of author TheWordWrecker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017942 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In thefirst house I lived in there was a stonewall of stacked stones. Gray on darkgray. And then some more gray. Standing 20 or so feet tall. Past the secondstory of our small home. It was pushed back to the farthest border of ourbackyard, standing on the edges of forgetfulness.  Where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799821/ Latein the day, the sun seems tired. There are hushed whispers in the wind.Lullabies in the trees. As if the earth below is trying to rock the sun tosleep. Thelast piece of tranquility before darkness descends, covering the sun in ablanket. The sun doesn’t see what happens next. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799820/ Dearman in the sky, bruce almighty, or evan almighty, whichever one was the bettermovie. Either way, you made the man from driving miss daisy the modernperception of the big g.o.d.Weneeded a modern twist on it. The whole Zeus-like persona was getting a littleold. Apparentlywe jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799818/ So Iwondered in the empty space in Church one day, “Do I ask the lower case ’t’,the oxygen molecules, or some other deity I wasn’t told about?”I sitagainst the pew. Knees digging into wood, polished from years of use, but stillcreak under the weight. My join.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799817/ Part1:       The aftermath of a revolution birthed aSisterhood that built schools for girls, hoping for a free t-shirt, but didneedle point instead.       Educate empowered young women, in anatmosphere, the faculty would say, overflow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799812/ Latein the dayThesun seems tired. Hushed whispers in the wind. Lullabies in the trees. As if theearth below is trying to rock the sun to sleep.  Sure-footedThegiant seemed tip-toeing across the grasses Messagescrossing in spaceLikeshooting stars or s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1799811/ In the haze of lost memory or maybe in remembrance of memories lost, I began my quest through deserts and jungles, through the most terrifying of storms and brighter days. My journey was long. So long I lost count of days. Which seems another memory gone. My hope is to find a small vial, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1798680/ My sister and I would lie in the son.We freckled instead of tannedWith blotchy elbows and knees,And muddied footprints That followed a summer storm.Mom would scoldAs we trekked through the house.Before she’d chase us out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1648633/ I am Adult,But would rather be child. Whimsical caresses of the summer sun,Obsolete in grown winter gray.Carefree wonder’s mindless curiosity. The hope that once came,At the break of day. Now moans and dro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1648088/ A poem about home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheWordWrecker/1645589/