http://slow.writerscafe.org/curiouscitriform The original writings of author Alice Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776349506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm quite a fan of trying to fit into places I only somewhat belong to. In this case, a country, back in time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2868046/ Unearthed an old experimentation with form! (I often wish this site had a genre option of "Free Verse". It would *free* a lot of us, I suspect.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2868044/ I've always thought poetry was an inherently selfish endeavor. ...So here's the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2868042/ These never come out quite how I intend them. Anyhow. An old recollection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2868041/ And just when you thought I'd vanished into the ether... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2866928/ "A song about the seven wonders of the world in a single body" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2832858/ "A song about the wars both outside and inside your head" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2832857/ "A song about hiding in plain sight with the love of your life" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2832856/ "A song about the lifetime where your soulmate from your past life stops being your soulmate" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2832855/ A song about heartbreak and healing, written in real time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2832853/ Strange question, he says.Do you have light pollution where you live?Strange indeed, I laugh, And tell him yes, But it isn't so bad.…Why do you ask?I do too.He rarely sees stars where he lives.So we plan.When we finally meet,We'll go on a hike together.Far in the mountains, hig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2815051/ An older piece to pass the time while I wait for inspiration to strike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2812469/ I asked so much of you when we were youngYou- already clever, kind, and goodI begged the sweetness of your silver tongueAnd love in words and ways I understoodI stand now in a barren parking lotBeneath a dreary, dark November skyKnowing less what love is than is not,I wish you will stay safe, and wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2812401/ From a chronicle I've kept- my first shot over the bow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/curiouscitriform/2812400/