http://slow.writerscafe.org/NoahAdair The original writings of author Noah Adair en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943984 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Holding Contradictions: Pluralism, Dogma, and the Weight of CaringThere is a particular kind of exhaustion that does not come from apathy, but from care. It emerges when one tries to think seriously about society �" not as a battlefield of slogans, but as a fragile structure built fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3126681/ I loveTo write poetryTo a dead audienceGhosts in rows of hollow coats,Cold hands lifting to throats not thereDust holds you in the raw spotlightLike a memory that forgot to landOnly the soft animal scratchAt my mind’s opening,Gnawing the silenceTo boneOnce she lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3126072/ Morning leaks through torn curtains,thin and colourless as old milk.The sky looks second-hand.Your borrowed lipstick stainsthe rim of a coffee cup,The neon light has gone silent.Its prophecy spent,hangs in the windowlike a haloover a fallen saint of vacancy.Billboards blink a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3125787/ Wind crawls across the highway,a ghost with gasoline breath,searching for bodies to hotwire.Headlights flicker Morse code.Somewhere a jukebox criesfor a love that never stays.My mind is a motel room at 3 a.m,wallpaper peeling off her skin,neon buzzingits electric prophecythro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3125685/ She looks down through leaves and shadow,where water folds itself around stone.The river listens but does not speak her name,where time has worn bone to silence-sheep skulls broken, horns half-buried,rinsed clean by the river’s patient flow.Once there was warm breath on that surf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3125074/ It does not clatter,this train of scales and breath,but glides-a ribbon of windows aglowlike firefliescaught in smoke curlingfrom her throat,with song and steam.She bends where rails would break,slithers where iron will fail,following riversand mountain trails,drawing ancie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3124978/ In my heart a winter birdMourns upon a broken bough.No leaves shiver on the branches,No flowers touch the ground.Weep for Plath - she is dead;O, weep for Plath - though bitter tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3122816/ Photograph of PainLet the thoughtenter the framethen slipout of focus.Exposed too long,burned at the edges -an openinginto another world.I study the image -a mouth mid-tear,a body pausedbefore collapse.Heard clearly,held in grain and in light,yet impossibleto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3122809/ Lavender SmokeA scent of old lavender smoke drifts into the room -as though a memory exhaled, soft and unannounced,from a bedside candle.  The wick trembles,   a crown of light,and my heart trembles too,  a shaft of light lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3122702/ Liminal FiresSkincrawls-with abutterflycharge.nervesflicker,soft wingsbeatagainstthe heart’ssilence.Anticipationholdsits breath,waitingfor touchto land-somethingliminalstirsbeneaththe skin.Release,about tobreakinto light-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3122360/ What the Heart Can HoldThe storm drain in your heartSwallows the rivers of regretYou cannot holdIt takes the memoriesThat would clog your mindLike dead leaves in a gutterAnd flushes them outYour bruised breast is beautifulIn the moonlightYour dark charcoal hairFalls ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3122299/ I made a shrine to a knot in a treebecause it has the features of a dead saintI call it complete surrenderI hang the earth on nothingAnd the memory of you out in empty spaceLove will wear out like a garmentAfter I’ve cried all the waters of the seaAnd all the rain from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3121744/ And So It Came to PassAnd so it came to pass.We quietly left the night behind,The stars rippling across the sky,The wind stirring up hints of strange,Colourless odour.There was a hiddenness moving softlyThrough ancient yew trees,To carry Promethean sighsOf time forgotten,And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120948/ Between Lines and BreathsI cut out the miraclesFrom your words,And held them up to the lightTo see if they were real -You hid yourself in every line,Every trembling breath,Held a quiet resurrectionBetween the splitting of your breasts.And so I placed my heart upon your table,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120775/ Master of TimeI am a master of time -Yet one skipped heartbeat breaks meA single second drifting loose,Like dust rising in a half-lit room,Uncertain where it intends to fall.Like a tremor passing throughthe fabric of lost hours,In a universe caught brieflyin a single longing br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120678/ Morning MoonShe is the morning moon,a fragile secret held above the quiet clouds,a pale lantern seen only by those she trusts.Sometimes I think she’s from the world of light-separate from the material world,yet brushing lightly against it,like dragonfly wings passing over wat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120430/ I was never your Lucifer sculpture -never had any feathers to lose.You carved my mouth out of shadows,pressed my silhouette into your myths.You called me the blaze behind your broken stained glass,when I was only ever the quiet hearthtending my own small fires.You wanted me to fall so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120376/ Mercy MoonI swallowed the smoke,hoping it would wash you out.I felt the nightslip under my skin -a quiet storm curling in my lungs,a shiver clawing up my throat.The cold moon clearsthe drift of cloud from your eyes,and for the first timeI can see the horizon disappear -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120161/ Closure Soften your throat for me,So I can plant wordsLike little seeds in loam.We'll wait for the harvestAnd reap what love has sown,To taste the bitter fruitThat silence couldn't bear,To know that we are real.So we can speak, my love,And heal the broken breathsOf everyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/3120056/ The Root and Flowerthe lowest path of your heart is brokenthe soaring walls of cool granitesweep a gentle rose coloured shadowacross your breast like mountainsstaked out in the sunthe snow-covered courtyardof your heartache raises a lonely aspectuntil soon a sunrise cuts a sca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/2987490/ Fallen StonesUnder the cold moonThe ruins of love Glistened on herMarbled lipsWith a silence so vastyou could hearThe ardour of planetsThaw out gelid starsLight of another kindScratched tiny insectsOut of her soaked skinTo reveal unshed tearsIn her warm fleshSo bare a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/2964638/ Black MouldDamp from the window has left a black mouldon my heart.A black rot in my soul.I hate how it alwaysassumes the shape of you.Like a vast shadowspreading slowly overthe ceiling’s endless expanse.Your poems hack uplike a cold and persistent cough now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/2964416/ Water CureWhen I think ofYour body,Desire tidal wavesFlood me out again.An exquisite stormGathers up dark cloudsto shed rainFrom my sapwood skin.Vapors of impulse Give form to liminal ghostsOn the tired thresholdOf my mind.So kiss me quick,Before it’s too la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/2964414/ GodsendAt the perfect,Most desperate moment,We found each another. A dark brown tempest Pulled me in andAn insane momentCooled to revealA most mysterious heavenIn your solemn eyes.It seems an unseen handGuided our straying pathsTo converge,But I never did thankThe l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoahAdair/2964257/