http://slow.writerscafe.org/theanthonycole The original writings of author Anthony Cole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. " -Pablo Neruda, if you forget me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1791191/ "When other creatures have gone to stall and bin, Ought to be told to come and take him in." -Robert Frost, the runaway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1790941/ "Steady — my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang!" -Emily Dickinson, A day! Help! Another day! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1789352/ "I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you." -Walt Whitman, Song of Myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1789350/ "In the morning the city Spreads its wings Making a song In stone that sings." -Langston Hughes, The City http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787641/ "And his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom." -Maya Angelou, Caged Bird http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787639/ "Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay." -R. Frost, "Nothing gold can stay" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787637/ "I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you Nobody too? Then we're a pair. Don't tell, they'd banish us, y'know?" -Emily Dickinson, "I'm Nobody, who are you?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787634/ " My passions from a common spring, From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone, And all I loved, I loved alone." -Edgar A. Poe, "Alone" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787633/ Orson, a young man alone in a bunker meant to hold 8 survivors against the extraterrestrial threat, goes through his whole day, often listening to a lone radio broadcast describing the world's status. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theanthonycole/1787627/