http://slow.writerscafe.org/jstone The original writings of author Diana Wolf (Jacqueline Stone) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986559 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I put some poems in a video on youtube. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2168593/ What am I doing? I have no idea I just keep trying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143661/ Look down what do you see?Do you see anything?Do you see a cave bottom?Do you see a drop into an endless sky?Is there an ocean, or and ocean floor or are you just pastwhere the light shines surrounded by darkness?Are you in your childhood home trapped, or loved?Finding .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143641/ Rocks are flyingaroundStairs are upsidedownThe wind is whippingmy hairBecause my reality isfalling apartThe place I was usedto The home I was givenAll crashing downaround meBecause it was notreal to begin with I fabricated it as Igrew up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143640/ I write for meI write to make sense of what’s going onI write to learn what I’m really thinkingI write to explore new spaces I write to connect previously unconnected thoughtsI write for breakthroughs, to build bridges and to rememberthings I’ve forgotten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143638/ Why does it matter?Nothing has changed, so why does it matterI don’t understand it’s just a label The feelings haven’t left, the conversations are the sameSo why?     Also, why do I care?If it doesn’t ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143637/ They’ve lead me this farThe sole of my foot is what connects me to the earthThey can feel the ground much better than my headIt can see the path,but does not notice the tiny pieces of glassor jagged rocksor needles from the weedsmy feet meetIf I ignore my feetI won’t be able to walk an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143636/ The teeth materializein darkness firstThen come the eyesclosed of course,when are they everfully open?They are alwaysrelaxedEven in the face ofdangerWhat is wrong withhim?Can’t he takeanything seriously?How has he lived morethan five seconds?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2143635/ The things that pull us to great heightsThey whisk us away to different landsSometimes it’s to learn where we need to go Sometimes it’s to learn to appreciate what we haveWhen we are whisked away our minds can open up to newpossibilities See things we never thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2142522/ Life can’t be allfun and gamesBut all work and no play makes Jack go insaneLife is a balancing act Finding peace past the sufferingFinding joy past the painIt’s the rainbow at the end of a heavy rainIt’s great to dowhat you love But when it becomes r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2142520/ I call the survivors, the undead, the resilient soulsI call the patient, the asses, the sticks in the mudI call the wild, the feral, those connected with the soul ofthe universeI call the mountains, the valleys, and caves All motherEarth has to offerI call the rivers, the rain,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2142519/ I made a book available on Amazon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2141630/ I love youI love how you workfor othersI love how youunderstand me I love how you wantto better yourselfI love how muchpassion you haveI love how you arenot afraid to speak you mindI love how your mindworksI love your way of lookingat thingsI love yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2124020/ She is my flowerA flower of springA flower for thediscerningShe blooms once ayear but always looksgrassOnly trained eyesknow she is no weedWhen her time comesShe blooms in alldirectionsNo one can miss herbeautyShe never can turnsher back Smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2124019/ In the beginning, there was a raceof waking suns. These people understood the true essence of fire. How it is theburning passion keeping them going. How it is the light illuminating theirworld. How it cannot exist without something to burn. They lived together withan understanding of how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2124016/ I’m ready to see colorsMore than the blacks, whites and all the different shades ofgrayI’m ready to see the rainbow the world is made out of The different hues of red found in a fireThe yellows of different flowersThe shimmering blues of streams that flow past m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2124008/ Apparently…I am a writer, I guessI like tostrings words together and create places and people and feelingsThe wordsfloat away after they come out of my mouth, butWhen writtendown they clarify my meaningThey bringlight to the dark unconsciousMy writingsare the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2123718/ So,Who put thea*s in charge?I mean it’ssuper unhelpfulThe boardpitches an idea and the a*s shoots it downThey ask forthe reason and itnitpicksitspeculatesit creates situationswith what if’s it sitsthere not letting anything new in or out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2093401/ If nothing was wrongwith me I could go my own paceIf nothing was wrongwith me I could listen betterIf nothing was wrongwith me I could be more helpfulIf nothing was wrongwith me I wouldn’t be so uselessIf nothing was wrongwith me I could moveIf nothing was wrong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2093396/ I am awarrior No onecrosses my boundariesI lovedeeply Respect mustbe earned and upheldI found afriend in this young being He helped meto open to the ComosTogether wewill continue to open my lifelong loveShe hasbecome scared and prickly,Togetherthough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2079679/ There oncewas a cute little snake named Harold. He slithered through the jungle saying “Hello”to all his friends as he passed by. One day, he came across Martin Mouselooking into the tallest tree, looking very concerned. Harold stopped at hisside and asked, “What’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078861/ I fear connectionsI try to ruin connections if they start to get shorter thanI am comfortableI was use to a long leash With a loose but still connected relationshipI have relaxed enough to be on an 8 foot leadEven a 3 foot lead for some peopleBut still I fear getting comfor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078851/ This is what I wantto say, but it can’t beBecause I alreadytell you thatYou say the call andI respond“I love you”“I love you too”But when the feelingbehind the words change what to doI freeze I go back to whereit’s safe It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078849/ My love is damagedMy love is scaredMy love wants to benear you but wouldn’t dareMy love crysMy love hides My love reaches foryou when you’re not there,But holds off in yourpresence to protect itselffrom the fall. My love has liked andsha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078846/ I love youYou are my wings and I am you windLifting you higher and fluffing your feathers to take upyour space and spread you across the landI can change directions quite quickly to follow the flowaround meSo you too must find your wayTo dance through the changes and keep mov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078843/ This is about losing a young life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2078839/ Passive characters are driven by the plotCarried on by the whims of others Whether it be the villain or anything else they are carried They can only react to things around them Having the their legs swept out from under them constantlyand they need to scramble to find new ground be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2075018/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jstone/2075016/