http://slow.writerscafe.org/amedeiros The original writings of author Anthony Devin Medeiros en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043665 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In August,When the winds shifted along the coastTo Lengthen Summer and HeatWhen weddings coincided with birthsTo dot the Sunday printAnd couples huddled over to reminisceHe paused to watch tooFrom his pure and white fogThe wonder of his lifeWhen he became its entiretyWithout the burden of experience.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875624/ Yellowed leather sneakersSmack rain slicked pavementSpitting mud and waterUp the back of skirts and slacksThat slump through wetHeads turnGathering to watchThe corner with the blinkOf orange blurred sleetWhen flicked white, move againAcross glass paneled store frontsThe horizon thickening grayI wond.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875623/ By blue shadowed depths along the lakeWhere the shallows allow the reeds to riseI, on a Sunday with Father, fish the bank.With a quick whip, I hear his cast sprayOut to just beyond the reeds, experiencedWhere the bobber plunks down, wiggles, then stills.He waits; while I tangled with worm around blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875622/ Seattle wet pavement shows the mountains erupted again today,Dragging their heavy gray soot overhead.And in the air is a humidity,That when I walk the streetsI notice that everything dripsAs if the sky had burst and cried.As if the puddles should explode in circlesBut it is always like thisA mistAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875621/ A small pillar in the largeness of things,I cling to her gray-green surfaceWhere her feet seem too smallAs she wobbles here and there about the room.In my smallness, she is more solid than me.She is textured and experienced,Having weathered the rain and hail.So I huddle by her, my mother,Until the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875620/ Catnip sitting on the sillStretches a veined hand outTo touch the windowWhile trouble stirs below.An afternoon sun pokesA beam through the paneTo strike green and fur alikeIn the heat and calmAs pungent aromas waftWith warmed air's riseTo swirl around the roomAnd pull attention to itself.When a smal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875619/ A happy tug at twoWanting moreTo dance and dashTo pretendA full-hearted embraceOf momentsThe most interesting, dynamicReaching in the middleWhere full attention and imaginationEclipseThe outside noise and hustleInto focused revelationPrivate and profoundThe joy of the discoveredExpressed in empathyU.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amedeiros/2875618/