http://slow.writerscafe.org/stibbe The original writings of author stibbe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776265793 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I miss the hollow of your collarbonesI will remind myself thatYour shoulders created craters because your baggage is so heavyAnd I am roughly 130 poundsWhen I miss the sound of your voiceI will remind myself thatYour words are as empty as wishing wellsAnd I am all out of pennies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stibbe/2102656/ My dad tells me home is where the heart is and I don’t really remember leaving it anywhere. I fill my spaces with brick and build up walls higher than the Empire State building. But home? I have memories of sugar castles that I would hide inside of my mind. But as I got older they melted a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stibbe/2102655/ I wilt like a petal when I am plucked by strong hands. I dance like a shadow on the wall that only the cats stare at. I fall gracefully like leaves and still end up with scraped knees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stibbe/2102653/ I met you through internet waves but I swear I met you in another life. Like I’ve heard your voice in the sound of the rain, like I’ve felt your hands on the small of my back every time I’ve held the spines of my favorite books. As a little girl, I wondered what my future wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stibbe/2102651/ i believe that there are infinite possible universes, all happening simultaneously and yet just slightly differentin one - we are together, in lovein another - we have never even metdepending on the day, one of them bring me comfort http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stibbe/2039779/