http://slow.writerscafe.org/Patrizia The original writings of author Steel Magnolia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964370 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Post-it-note You asked if I still love you. . .when you built the birdhouses,and stuck a ‘For Rent’ sign on them,I knew I loved you,everything before or after thatis insignificant.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2843477/ Freight Trainthere’sa freight train going places youdidn’t buy-in to ―a succession of incidences―toobrief to store specifics―longenough to leave baggage youcould have done without.youtried to jump track;run - jump - squint―v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2843137/ On Days Like This 1.On days like this there's a burden of proof mustering every morsel of stain.Something to chew on.Something to spit out. Always something. . .again, again and again.How cruel my silence isne’er to let in or give out. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2842445/ a lighthearted tongue-in-cheek approach to the art of deflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2841843/ Imagining  Did I know youbefore todayyour eyes are familiar tome.And there’s atouch that lingers onmy skin. Is it myimagining. Have these lips caressed yourface.Have these arms felt yourembrace,wrappe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2840025/ Colour Me There was a time'I am' lived in the childI am colours of primepure, innocent in mindColour me wonderful Watch me learnthe program in play, a human experience showing the way.Waiting to surface, Colour me grey I’m the girl, I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2839129/ The Blind Its veil had long since revealed its secrets Still - she peers through the tear of the blindever hopeful that today he will tender the maiden’s hair and cup dandelions in the palm of his hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patrizia/2838888/