http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheVersedWriter The original writings of author LA Marshal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776283384 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I long to feast on knowledge.Feed me words that are plumpand ripe with purpose,let me sip on ideasboth sweet and bitteras I devour detailsuntil I'm brimmingwith enlightenmentand the pangs of ignoranceare silenced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1985732/ You said you loved me and that you’d be mineonce upon a time . . . and I believed you.But you enjoy your happily ever afterwith someone who isn’t me.You broke me, and now I carry youdaily into combat with my demonsand pray to Andraste with each nipthat the alcohol will fina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1981029/ Written in response to the word prompt 'atmospheric'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1979353/ Written for my wonderfully silly little dog, who thinks cuddles and kisses can fix everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1978654/ Sestina written in response to a word prompt (neophyte). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1976558/ 13,239 and counting.(it’s too soon to talk about it)How manybefore we decide it’senough?(we need more good guys with guns)How manyuntil there’s no hope ofredemption?(it’s not a gun issue)How many? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1975720/ Nonet written this morning in response to a word prompt ('proxy') http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1973904/ The skeletons slinkback to their cryptsas the bats and the witchescancel their flights;the air grows cooler and more crispas pumpkins transitionfrom jack-o’-lanterns to pies.Autumn lingers a while longer,stripping the trees of theirkaleidoscopic garmentsand redressing the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1972869/ Fibonacci poem [syllable ct/line - 1,1,2,3,5,8] about the armchair experts of various social media comment sections who always have all the answers, whether they're right or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1971765/ Salty sea air blows,Warm sunlight illuminates,Infusing my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1971733/ We wield wordsas paints and brushes,creating majestic imageswith fastidious significance,placing each letter,each word,with the care and precisionof a seasoned artistupon the canvasof readers’ hearts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1971731/ Hush. Do you hear it?Every daySilence pleads with deaf ears,begging for salvationin soundless screams;she weeps in solitudeas blind eyes overlookwhat they deem invisibleand hardened hearts despisewhat they deem unworthy.Each day she suffocates a little morein the deafening disc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheVersedWriter/1971729/