http://slow.writerscafe.org/BassistBigBro The original writings of author Andrew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013059 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Iwalk down to the river where the stars dangleand swing like lamps the night-watchmanhashung by wires in the deep rafters of Night’s hall,pouringoily streaks of gold paint into the roiling waters. Iwalk down to the river while the Great Blue Heron sleeps... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/993231/ Lookingfor something to notice,Watchingfor something to see,Hopingfor something to happen,Planningfor all that could be,Searchingfor someone to discover,Testingout something to try,Askingfor some kind of answer,Andwaiting for the reply. Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/985161/ Howdo you begin on an empty white page?Atthe edge, by a corner, venturing further,Towardan image that results,Inthe spaces left untouched? Yourlines, do they wind and intertwine to findThebeginning of one and end of the otherHavebecome confused at t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/985146/ The glassesturned up on his headSit like acraftsman’s crown on his short black curlsBeneath them hisbrow crowds low in concentrationCarving furrows atthe corners of his eyes Arms entwineabout his instrumentCradling itpaternally upon his kneeHands pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/967549/ The Tailor with his waning spoolWorks his craft in hopes to foolThe watching world with hollow eyesHis raveling heart he must disguise His thread is spent, his fingersbentAs he tries to mend the tears thatrentThe fabric of his life apartThe wearing string.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/961178/ Oh Juggler, walking the acrobat’swire,Don’t let your feet falter, don’tlet your arms tire. Keep up your balance; keep up withthe pace.Keep the pale mask with the smile uponyour face. Below people gaze at you; don’tmeet their eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/961176/ “Tieup your shoe laces;” my grandmother told me“Youwouldn’t want to take a tumble.”andI know she meant well.“Theydon’t bother me;” I would reply,“I’mnot going to fall.”andof course I never meant to... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/961174/ I’mpacking a suitcasewithclean socks and new necktieswithphotographs of people I never metwitha miniature version of the world that can fit onto a teaspoonwitha teaspoonwithone bag filled with many other bagswithseveral old, empty, rusted canswith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BassistBigBro/961168/