http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jazmen The original writings of author Jazmen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992455 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 https://soundcloud.com/outherein/peering-outhereIown a gregarious mirror image albeit unfound! She's nside a travelers hat bargaining with the devilThe body belowis shivering; wet with sleet and damp in the feetand the head feels unrested, scanning the tangible realm: snapped away from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1242796/ For my sister Melanie, dedicated to her sleepless dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1211057/ Sauntering starsWaning wildernessRanting in a wave of death beset by shards of memoryWhereRemissive tongues and navels do not bestow much meaningAnd indolent magic does not cease to not feel.Gaining speed in a tumble; falling toward the sun.criss-crossing injunctions, repeating; ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1182433/ How lonely is the night without the howling of wolves.And in the clearness of the cold,The rivers’ eroded, deadened, downtrodden;the passageway home corrupted ” to be seen nevermore… In travesties are some empowered creatures born of war - Those leaving trails of dust and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1169119/ Matterbewitched: mimicking, And moving with the melody of Time.Meanwhile I stalk the soils and present my questions: "why?"                  I’m crunched in theabsence of my luminous speed. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1134647/ Create the ideasignore any repetitionsfinish the plotprint the workre type the story from scratch while reading the printed versionalign the plotprintre type and insert chapters, prologue and epilogueprinteditfinalize  radioactive primordial nuclides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1125032/ I have the grey on mePerhaps it's the sky or this throw, the bed or the walls or the breeze-It’s like comfort, the grey , and I love it, for it warms me, it’s pale and dusted, gleaming. yet still. and opaque. Like silver. I sit on this throne of grey.Shrouded in the midst of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1102212/ There are these multiplying moments of silenceI stood in the alleyway and smoked, once I'd properly placed my homesteads trash.Tight in my warm clothes, the smell of roast bird wafting like steam off me in the cold.As I breathed in the soundless winter night for the moment I dare to entertain..I sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1075468/ The sun rose high And trickled down the side of the western world My door. Closed. [swaying in its lock] it knocks And shutters on it’s own. Smoke coils in the light (Illuminated by leaving of the sun) And as the final hour breaches the window, Orange and gold dance through my exulted haze. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1072847/ of the duality of man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1042614/ Written when I was 17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1032269/ ..there are the walks made of broken stones..What might the listless path provide usA feral cat ate a termite. The termite ate his wooden heart.The cats tail coiled around his feetAnd steadied him for an infinite display for meThere he sits on the stone steps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1021352/ Angling for penetration.  The drum’s vibrating the wallsAnd the primordial war horn it wails.Satyricon whispers from the misty forests breaching......... It wailsIt wails I sing. And again Thrusting toward me savagely.I'm sneaking through my sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1013650/ Free Write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1008469/ Free Write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1002800/ #Revised free write inspired by Chopin's Nocturne Op9 No2 Eflat Major Andante http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/1000696/ For when I realized my long time love was who I'd rather be with, the Fantasy of another ended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/997101/ So here it is.. my open words.Here I am just came through the door.For miles I walked, on my feet, flesh and bone, nearly all day long.Been worrisome.Wonder-some -lacking honesty, perhaps. and bravery likeAll I will do from here is wrong.I walked the few miles - all the way homeCursing from thought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/994973/ An illusionist conjuring. Breaking through the block.Poet.Or not.Something."Just dislikes to talk."Searching within widely.Filtering with precision.(Recoiling absentmindedly.So comes the silent dismissal)Thought it had 4 legs, but now there are none.Thought it creeped but rather it slithers.With gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/994550/ June 14th, 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/990027/ I have a vision.Of the most perfect way of being.It banks catastrophe.. Fear not, No,you see,It's of the meek senses convertedIncandescent.In the mind.Driven to more a keen, sayIllustriousPresence in time,-An apocalyptic, moreAbduction by benevolence, Riven from our a passage among the Earth.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/989608/ Truth in dreaming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/988449/ A visual for you. I created this video slowly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/988428/ Writing about the ways of love, and the tangible connections that break. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986464/ Written when I was in a bad spot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986460/ When your lover is your best friend in entirety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986458/ Written when I was heavily addicted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986449/ More like a journal entry that rhymes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986442/ Inspired by water. "Aqua Vitae" is latin for "Water of Life" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/986439/ I want it all Found me a place in the stars Just for the eyes and beating of hearts All that remains undone and unmarred And in the darkness I am called In forests and moss; Attain my likeness from the bark By the howling of wolves and the Triumph of it all I want it all Found me a place on the Ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/985751/ Its breath like smoke in the winter airRough winds blowing its silver-white hair.Like glass, its eyes are glazed and dampThe horizons fire lights them up like a lamp..Circles burn in its blind sight-The circles; golden with blazing light.And silence cackles crackling flame-Blackening bidding chasing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/985744/ welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen, To the soil I say helloAnd to the wind - and the dry frost swirling - I am weightless in sound energy - for in the air I blowAnd scalding tears awaken me, my consciousness replanted, like a spark within a deformed seed, cracked yet still enchanted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/985737/ ADVOCATING BRIGHTNESS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jazmen/985733/