http://slow.writerscafe.org/jdTella The original writings of author jdTella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 there is a tree insidethis house of paper kitesclothed in Christmas lightsunder a roofless night I want to cut through the sky abovein a rocket made of colored light bulbsmy metal shuttle works by magic lovelike a space ranger in a fiction pulp there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1865079/ memory is a spyglassthrough which I seea worn-out photographwhere my handis holding yourson a stray land night is a suitcasein which I keepthe outer spaceopen it wideand take with youthe galaxy inside time is a snowflakemelting downover a patchworkon which we laylooking up for the silver p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1860114/ washed away as aleave in the rainI live in a traintrundled away I look away asthe last glint scuttlesbehind the wagon wallsfinding a way far away the starbaking the moon for fununtil the rising of the sunthe first day of may .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1826528/ my banana treestands blithely freeit is ought to benothing morethan an ornament fora green ground of grassbut no one hearsthe low whispers of its wobbling leaveswhen the wind grumblesthrough each one of themfrom east to westwhen the hiss rumblesthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1823262/ my bedroom slippersare the rightful keepersof the steps I takethinking aroundabout the choices I make I turn on the lightsI sit on the couchand wait for the hour when the nocturne traincomes to take me away and the couch is a benchthe liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1823261/ in the metro, a fat lady takes two seatsat a restaurant a man does not know what to eaton the street a bus driver hits a sparrowwith the front of the capoin the attic, a boy kills a spider with a shoemy sister complains on forgetting her makeupand I cannot find my favorite re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1822627/ Hey everybody! I invite you to join By The Swings; a group entirely focused on any piece of writing, poetry, short stories, microstories and else about childhood. Children's joy, sorrows, boys and girls first love, cookies, school, toys, showers, homework, anything that comprehends any feature of in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1821902/ the sleepers know not lessthan those who get no restfor resting fixes the messpicking on your head and chest crushing leaves for funcannot be always on the runfrom responsibilitiesand families and bills but as long as summer isas long as now existsyou can close your eyesand pretend it&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1821894/ There’s a man on the moonhe is not a mad manit’s not a full moonSome call the man a loonfor he waits for someoneto somehow climb soonTake his hand, sing a tuneabout the magic landwhere white stars bloomJoyful the man on the moonreaches his long arm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdTella/1819702/