http://slow.writerscafe.org/amandarenee The original writings of author Amanda Renee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978411 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a reflection on a conversation with a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3131654/ As I listen to theStarlings song outside My window,I am reminded of,Now, Now, Now!And I wonder if They know how They got here-Or what they will become.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3131462/ It’s weird when I see you, I forget the exit ramps…And the scenery looks familiar-But different, because it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3130657/ free verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3125452/ A reflection an a past observation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3124211/ A free verse or poem or flash fiction (call it what you may;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3122609/ Riddle Poem: Inviting anyone to guess the subject of the poem or add to it;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3122379/ I recede into the world of “whatever” as the drainpipe remains cold. Fire and water don’t care about me, But I need them.So, I don’t really need you- drain pipe,Just stay, chill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3122203/ Sometimes memoriesof the thing, are better than the thing remembered.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3120303/ this may be a poem or a really short story, anyway- just wanted to write it out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3119718/ My book is like a friend, Not the kind of friend who stops talking to you,After 20 yearsOr after saving their life.My book is a friend whoStays with me through the nightAnd we cry together,On the last page. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/3057057/ A poem inspired by a radio program about “In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa" but tethered to being human... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2962478/ A poem by Ms. Reynolds and Mrs. Auld-Owens, Dedicated to the little Gift Giver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2961566/ Call it a poem or a really short story about bracelets and more importantly, humans. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2961211/ A reflection about my parents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2960185/ short short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2959565/ Beneath the pavement,There are more layers of stone.If you are lucky enough, the rain and erosionWill bring you down through the cracksto the forgiving soil, Where you can grow again,Eventually. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2958563/ POVSo, we came upon a place that we have been before,But now different with a camera in your hands,You see the light and shadows -between the trees,The sparkle in the rocks,And the eyes of the animals,That you use to turn away from.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2956621/ The magic laid in the space between two buildingsYou could only see it in one spot,A crack, that revealed the future.You could predict the traffic The arrival of a bus,And the color of the next upcoming car,A whole block through,Only a second or two, but still magic... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2955449/  A spiral shell lays empty in the sandWaiting to be picked up,Naked and wanting for The push of the ocean- The pull of the tide, (don’t rush this).  Incoming footsteps are erased By laps of waterAs a little girl trudges ahead   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2954671/ A narrative "poem" reflecting on the past, title inspired/stolen from "The Fun They Had" by Isaac Asimov http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2954439/ A poem or a general thought reflection on technology http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2954131/ A shell on the beach So beautiful, but empty-Laying and burning in the sun. Who are we without memories? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2953463/ A reflection/(short short story or narrative poem) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2952898/ With this little spray can-I have become “Lord of the Flies”,The beast, was always assumed to be on The trigger of the finger of the can,But no, it was the chemicals within.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2952103/ A poem or reflection on AI http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2949769/ A narrative poem/short story contemplating the idea of memory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2949585/ A memory of a job interview from 20 years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2948535/ A quick recap of my world today... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2947939/ A response to "Why I Write" prompt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2947191/ Dear Reader,You are a gift to me because I can Tell you things I cannot tell others.Like about the time I mourned The absence of stars in the sky,  I can talk to youAcross space and time,each word, carefully chosen,And which to leave out.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2946860/ I wasn’t sure if I saw you the other day,Or in a dream,But I know that I saw you.Standing there sheepishly, With a book in hand. And I remember, being you,A little girl,Learning more from the world,And books,Then school could ever do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2946245/ Kind of a poem or a really short story about a childhood memory that still exists in my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2946150/ A reflection on an encounter helping a neighbor to her apartment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2945776/ Sometimes I feel guilty that I am Still alive,But what a gift it wasTo know you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2945216/ A poem I wrote after I found a stack of neglected copies of "Anne of the Green Gables" by L.M. Montgomery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2944217/ Watching weather through a window,I have no place to go,But I can see it, sunshine, ice and snow. Watching weather through a window,From the chambers of this bed,And the silhouette of the shadowsOn the ceiling ahead.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2944135/ A poem inspired by "Harlem, A Dream Deferred" by Langston Hughes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2942636/ So many modern stories, much like theAncient stories, unfold-Characters, conflict and plot twists,Unravelling with similar ends- Yet we do it, Again,Again,And again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2942431/ I don’t want to be that crazy old lady In the thrift shop With the raspy voice Buying stuffed animals For grandchildren She does not have. “It’s On Sale”She told me,  And the little stuffed monkey Clung to her chest,Be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2941285/ I used to think that fruit flies were deadWhen I found them in my glass of wine.Then, one day (annoyed), I pulled one out of my glass,And watched one on the tip of my finger-Flapping it wings and flitting away- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2940724/ GuiltyIt all can start with a bicycle being taken away,Or deporting a green card holderWho is kept at bay,Awaiting another trail, for another day.  A voice waiting to be discovered, But only too late, A diary that Inspired a generation, whoWould mostly,Si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2940275/ “To a Child”I am afraid of summerBecause I once lied to you.And as you grow older,I am afraid that you will do it too. Just a little lie to protectInnocence and hope, But leaves will inevitably Fall, and I wish that I never lied- So t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2939112/ An apple with its core bored out by loneliness, Not even a fly comes to sit on it’s Decaying skin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2938195/ I wrote this when I woke up in the middle of the night, it is filled with awkward grammar but after trying to edit it, I found I liked the original better to get the sentiment across... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2936494/ Addiction hidden in rings of smoke, Burning ashes fall to the ground. I have read the warning labels,Yet, they mean nothing to me, The glow, the need, the habit- The phone rings, And I answer-Just one more, Just one more.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2935545/ A wonderful encounter at a grocery store today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2933100/ A reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2932458/ I am a soldier who always shows up at night,And when, I tell you thatI cannot,  You tell me that,You will show up, Instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2931767/ Inspired by conversations with students http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandarenee/2931652/