http://slow.writerscafe.org/reluctantsyren The original writings of author reluctantsyren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rewrite to rhyme scheme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/2041877/ A poem told from the POV of Lot's wife I am a writer with MS and I just wrote this in a poetry class online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/2041851/ I am continuing to work on this story. My migraines keep me from writing too much but this has given me some joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1906851/ A young woman returns to the place she was raised in to find out great mischief is at work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1876302/ The light we fire was meant to kindle a flame that reached our hearts The fire we lit was meant to smoke there and never be able to smolder Never grow colder But your eyes grew so cold and distantyour lips blamed me, tooIt was like you had lit me up like a piston A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1873423/ #wip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1873422/ this is a continuation of the story I started before http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1870316/ Passive voice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1841916/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1841662/ The Escalator http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1828738/ Room of memoryHere I loved HimI can imagine when our togethernesswas a warm magiclaughter for us,Such a wild, sweet Grace that Time and Knowing made Strange --Growing fat on our want. This is a place for me that still lives without Time (this world of my heart)Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1825464/ There he sat. Unmoved and unwilling to go any farther. Either in distance or on spending his own personal energy. His face was fixed in a determined, apathetic mug.  His lips slightly pursed out in a frown. While every few minutes, his cheeks puffed out of their set scowling hollows, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1825453/ Chronic Pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1791970/ Sparks flew onto the sandstone trelice from her fingertips. Little molten drops of fire which swayed downwind with her ire and eventually fizzled out into clouds of ash, or burnt out in the trellace leaves. From her room she could see the community of Deaton in the distance. Somewhere that those in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1790498/ the world of the novel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1785091/ For the Ode competition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1781427/ Second Draft *edited* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1775671/ He found her gone. She had completely cleaned out her and her boys things in the house, and it was now very empty and lifeless without them. He tried to tell himself how silly this was, his weeping. He had lived here, alone, well before she had ever moved in. It wasn't even as if he had wanted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1775086/ I am writing notes on my novel and posting them here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1772053/ Character notes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1771452/ Man code http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1771388/ I think I learned a lot of what I know about menFrom Marilyn Monroe playing with Tony CurtisTeaching him how to "enjoy" kissingIn Some Like It HotWhere she considered herself an expert and went for itAgain and againTo his cold fishLet's not play pretend, That works, It's a horrible hook.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1771350/ I'm trying to get overSleeping For in sleep I dreamYou filter in and out Your chest seemingly filling Up all the nightWith you. Youalways bring something sweet for meBecause you're not.Now I know thisEven though I know You say thatYou never wanted to hurt me. Howev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1771347/ #lyric #2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769790/ Section of The Poem Two Sides Written in 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769786/ I had an orange:The smell stillstuck on my nails,The rind just didn't want To come off.Some folks are like that, too.Pervasive,No matter howMany times you scrub Your handsClean of them.My mother used to sayIhat I was like an onion, that one can peel me and Discover many layers -b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769785/ The woman in the purpled walking dressstands in the grove of springs greened trees -You run after herTo find out what she truly wants Your eyes, usually avertedare stuck to her - - You love the dance, The feel  of the ground GoingFasterAnd Faster beneath&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769784/ Inside the room Where sleep awaitsIt is a quiet, bright lit spaceChurch bells chime outsideTo call the hourThe black cat curls close to meA purring engine sound of powerThe trees are half flocked with golden leavesInside we sleep, Inside we deeply breathe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769782/ why we smile in pictures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769781/ My poem for the chronically ill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1769779/ These men,in their felt, doe colored hatsin the sepia picturesdo you envision the imminent collapse -Do look back on the past,but the Past of their grandfather, their father.They peer from those murky depthsseeing the mediocrity of their future.The businessman,traveling in cars, by train,a plane now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1768835/ run on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1768834/ Were the womanTo have seen throughthe web of his lies she would have beenAble to walk awayTo begin to brush those Cobwebs off her insides, the ones that played in her hairthere is one on her eyelashWere the woman to have seen through it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1768832/ Introduction to Marinuex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1767575/ Deaton's Culling Craft BRANNON flashback http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1767302/ Brannon enters Deaton cont http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1767298/ The beach at the Princeton hotelis where I first fell in love with poetrySunsets spilled over rainy skiesof that young summera group of children jumped overa peirand swam clean strokesand roaredoutside ocean swiped away our footprintsand the moon shone no brighter than the glow of our teethboys swam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1766919/ Wouldn't it be crazy if we fell in love?It would be like some fairy dream storyIt would be like the heavens opened up aboveDragons roamed, unicorns meetings, Ravens writings, piggies flyings, Jaded eyes finally weepingWouldn't it be crazy if we fell in love? I could be that Bonnie to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1766917/ Miranauex and Sanzali to Deaton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1766667/ Being in college sucks sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1765307/ Intro to Marciel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1760846/ Boy meets girl in a land that is kind of familiar practicing witchcraft that is new to everyone! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1760780/ A woman awakens one morning with a strange health problem, that enhances her understanding of her husband and herself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1759356/ Two friends meet and experience life changing events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reluctantsyren/1759338/