http://slow.writerscafe.org/erenoldi The original writings of author e.renoldi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779880398 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another nod to Joe Brainard's "I Remember" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2980578/ You took it from meIn the harshest way you couldBut I gave it to youOtherwise how would i be standing here cryingThe shameConfusionI believed more than anythingAll became my fallNothing my recluseMy retreatMy reprieve from the damage and pain I tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2980551/ Dear tea kettle,Today you broke and I’m not surprised. I guess I stoppedmaking tea at some point so I didn’t expect you to be on the stove.You alwaysdid make the water pretty well and balanced for the leaves- but your spout wasfalling off for a few months and there were seared .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2980542/ Perpetual wavesUnfurling a fragile heartVacillating shore.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2980494/ post panic attack babble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2110709/ not sure what the context for this was, but found it going through some old files. a sweet reminder that love isn't always what we expect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2091271/ To live and let live,letting people down.Dream it.Do it.Don't question it.Hang limits and rules to the wall.La vida es muy preciosa.So why is it so often thrown away?The heart before the head- no that's not right.It simply won't do.Who claimed the heart can't hurt the dreamers, the doers?They were r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2090331/ moving through life with depression, how can we do it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2071389/ destiny begs to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2056367/ the awakening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2004589/ trapped in my own head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2001368/ an evacuation poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/2001367/ the purpose in pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1989969/ how tragic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1989968/ this stuff is ripping me up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1967499/ why don't we say what we mean http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1965701/ an ode to summer and home and all those things I miss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1963280/ a mon cheri amor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1961856/ thoughts and more thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1952680/ it started out as a love poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1950081/ I feel therefore I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1945411/ food for thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1942738/ what or who makes love real what or who makes real love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1942736/ blurred lines of reality and dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1942735/ Based on the song, "Rainbow Connection" Ty Kermit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1942734/ more mumbled memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1911223/ surreal in the mundane http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1906953/ Somedays I remembereverything about you.Somedays I can onlysee your eyes.Somedays there is youand me.Somedays there is usand we. Somedays I rememberwhat you said.Somedays I rememberin excruciating detail what you did.Somedays all you areis a picture on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1906951/ inspired by a dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1906947/ “There's some people and I (likeme) who have a really tough time getting through this life.Excuse us (me) while we singto the sky.” We are not afraid to say it here.Life is-like three little birdslike smiling with your eyeslike rays of sunshine meetin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1895940/ GreetingsThemid-morning meeting sings: “Bon bon ayo!”Tomorrow,we meet Godand in ourghetto communication scream: “Mon Cherie!”in Korean. It reads: time error is you; andthoseladies burned accidentally,but theygave GOOD .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1893305/ People are happy?So group them together- thebums I mean. A bummed happy group. I’m bummed. We should always keepa song about love ok?You visit my family- I admirethat, that’s all. We always give? Anything we want to receive: cash& cats?I mean, he understan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1893304/ CinnamonPenguins“He was bein’ peachyma’am.”That’s what the suittold her, he had a theory. It was Sunday, I waseating cinnamon toast crunch and he came with his theory.“I’d appreciate it ifyou’d be willing to go throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1893303/ written in response to the image shown, as well as another image unable to be posted here. enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1890947/ writing experiment for my poetry workshop. please let me know what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1888810/ using words inspired by 3 Summers by Lisa Robertson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1885179/ inspired by Rivers by Lisa Robertson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1885005/ reflection from Stinson Beach, CA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1883681/ currently workshopping- in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1882511/ A mirror of the poem "The Shape of Space" by Samuel Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1878375/ Clocks are always ticking.They have their own music.They never dance to the same beat.We sit. I sit beside my friends- my few friends- along the side of the dance floor.I had a lot of friends.Most have gotten up to dance- they haven't left the floor since.Isn't that a scary thought? My fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1857471/ This the first part of the poem, check out part 2 if you care to :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1857470/ Inspired by the film. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1852807/ A short post I wrote a couple years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1781115/ I am trapped in a sea of stars, eventhoughI travel from Saturn to Mars,Icannot escape the sea of stars. Thememories I hold so close,arefading away each and every dayYouare my star in the sky, pleasedon’tleave me stay alive. Youshi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1777305/  Thecool winds blow through the leaves, thetrees are yelling stop blowing please,bird’shomes are planted on their branches,soonthe sky is setting like avalanches. Whenwinter falls the snow does as well,       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1777304/ Unfortunate children who miss the tender kiss-the soothing hug,the uplifting smile;whose tears drop untouched,whose dreams break unmended,whose hearts ache unattended.The children who wish in dreams-on whispy stars,in whispered prayersfor a figure of love-of strength,of hope;find instead empty words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1777289/ An alternate ending to Richard Connell's short story, The Most Dangerous Game http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1776486/ This is story my friends and I wrote in middle school. We had 3 different versions, one from each of the 3 main characters point of views. Sorry, but we never actually had a chance to finish, but if you're interested in the plot ending we had just comment or message and I can get that to you. Enjoy!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1776485/ Love is hard.Every tug, pull, mashing and twisting of the heart strings until they are limp, lifeless, loveless.Who's in charge in here?Jekyll.Or maybe it's Hyde.I'm not sure, they all start looking the same.One face, two face, three face.Faceless in the face of the love that once was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erenoldi/1774161/