Relic : Writing

WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

WRITERS CAFE HALL OF FAME

A Story by Relic


People come and go so the list is always changing in increments.
While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

While My Pencil Gently Weeps.

A Poem by Relic


I'm a writer in a room with nothing to writewhile my muse slumbers softly in cryogenic flight.My vast acute insight has suddenly transformedinto slive..
Observing Writers Cafe

Observing Writers Cafe

A Story by Relic


As long as you're observant, no matter how long you're here on WC you can always learn something. I know, I still pick up on things after being here a..
Stealing the silver moon

Stealing the silver moon

A Poem by Relic


I kidnapped the moon last night,by his cratered neck,as you were entrancedin whimsical dreams...I tied him to the brightest star.He's dangling above t..
Past Poets of Writers Cafe

Past Poets of Writers Cafe

A Story by Relic


May all be well.
For a bird overheard

For a bird overheard

A Poem by Relic


Upon this path, where winter greetsa footpath walker's stride,a robin's voice affects me sofor what he has implied.He echoes language through the wood..