http://slow.writerscafe.org/Corset The original writings of author Corset en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Etymology vs Entomology *try googling past the UTI etymology/origins online, good luck with that.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2882241/ ReflectionsInfinite reflectionsmirrors mirroredA child blowing love bubbles to the sunHomeless person you'll agreelooking in at us- looking outsidewalk appealthere'll be no place for tomorrowtomorrow doesn't existjust fingers strumming on the stringsyour shadowhead crooning to the moonspace wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2878083/ I do not need to tell you of the woes of this world for they are your birthright To be destroyed by the very thing you loved the most unjustly accused simply by appearances and perceptions ofshallow waterNever judged, nay just executedHow could that ever be trusted Again?Bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2868900/ It all boils down to the bloodSarahs BloodIsrael belongs to Sarah and Abraham.Hagar, was cast out for sedition and treatchery. Yeshua is the descendant of Sarah and Abrahamand their child, the tribes of Issac.The slave wife Hagar and the half-brother Ishmael(Palestine-Hamas)were sent away to li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2868301/ I did.I fear the nothingnessbecause I've been therein the fetal blackness of spaceconsciousnessin the unconsciousness curled  and nakedI've seen the desolatethe black abyss.incertaintyI do not wish to return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2864609/ Tonight we will ride the desert cloudit will escalate as fear does when tripping on a high-wire intoxicant.I hope that we will not be friends.not to satisfy me, as that willnot satiateas I have dared the desertlips parched and watchingone by one stagger into the earthly oven.One .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2858398/ Intrinsic motivation: be careful what you think, it might become someone's poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2854986/ She rode the galaxy in his eyescold, black, and deepglazed like forgotten coffeesad and sweetthe vast unknowntwinkles in humorwhatever it takes to get youherewhere I've been toocatching blueberries riversideand Modiglianion my tongue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2850400/ Opinion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2849343/ it's a matter of few thingsThe moon was as big as the sun when it dashed across the horizon like a big cat on firethe night we blossomed beneath our lidsunder his beamsknees giving way he said: "I will not let you fall"but that is a matter of two thingswith so many ways.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2847394/ SpontaneousSerenityas the world is going to hell in a handbasketPoets' lives matter also, MoonflowerNo matter what color the egg is on Easterhas nothing to do with the stenchit leaves behind if forgotten amongst the leavescome time for mowing.So says my radio hostand so trueThe stench.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2847312/ an ode to Heliotropism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2846230/ Horse with War PaintWarrior Spirit... more Daniel Eskridge by Daniel Eskridge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2845883/ Photo: Rob Ward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2845204/ Bleary-eyed soulstung by a bumble beebeneath the magnolia trees entertaining an autistic child"Is this my world or yours"?He would ask wordlessly with stormy blue eyesthat met in the center and rolledfrom side to side.I could tell him anything, buthe would never listen nor would he ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2839834/ To whomever this makes sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2837538/ Your birthday gift honored with a tragedy, so you go ahead and lie your shadows down. There is silence in the slowingcrazy network mind hivesover 5000 exoplanetswith two water worldsclose by.Infants in the eons perhapslife will start thereand they toowill infinitely won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2837510/ 'Tis the seasonHe said it is a season for choosing.Someone said he considers them the crudest formof humanity but that the lowest will be the first gatheredto his breast.I remember a time when we would seethe beauty in the dredges of itit's unpretentiousnot a pretentious cloud in the born-again skyr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2836613/                                                                                   The Reservoir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2834299/ She treated him with the acrity of a dull blade,mixed with boredom and the strife of living.She can't remember the last time; if ever, he hadbrought her flowers or kissed her sweetly, nor thelast time he held her just for the glory ofthe warmth of her body without intention of use;her love, growing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2833473/ An Orphaned girl sits cross-legged on a pewand learns to live her life on the generosity of othersin God's country where there are as many churches as Redbuds,as unresolved attachmentsas many as power lines resembling the Crosson a stretch of dry and dying land.get you an Italian buffet and wra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2826728/ The House of Vapelost...and 'neath the rippling shadecomes summer's echoed pastas the shadow limbs swayafter the last of Sun makes its curtain callchurning spokes on the Italian hillsideCities and namesakeswill do the family thing with the face of motherswith the stoic disinterest of Dadth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2824744/ At the end of summerthere will be heat,sweet eternal waveswe are moving on to quiet lakesBaby needs new taillightsafter spending hours ridingback and forth on my minddaylight whimpers into arid windsa whimsical world full of magic and mayhemwhere night is a navy-blue umbrella sugar sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2821623/ He sat there looking like a pint of Jack DanielsHe does not care to disassembleI close my eyes and summon a thunderstormI see the bolt silently split the night skya flash, yes, but the clap is so far gone.It's been numerous cars and years sincehis head would grace my laphis maiden voyagesailing thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2818606/ I remember how the moon appeared that nightGibbous and waning how dry and dusty the dazein aftermath colossal how liquid the limbs that carried me years away yet as close as the wind through the weaves, andall thoughts were dressed in black acid girls, hippie swirlshoop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2814164/ He Is The Night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2812273/ the war on Ukraine reminds meof the time my brother tried to drown kittens in a rain barrelfull from the passing stormSaved promptly by my sistersif you back a dog into a corner with a stickit will eventually bite.If Atlantis was a mother civilizationthen the meek will indeed inheritw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2811264/ The entire world can and does  change in an instant everything around you can change in an instantone raw move and the cities, the homes, the faces the friends you knew could be gone.A thought like that keeps a girl up at nighthe wakes up to talk to her every morningbefore she op.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2805413/ For Macy Gray, why not? I TRY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2802992/ MiracleThe Rose set sunon a restless seabreathless moonlit cragsMidnite on moonshinebeneath lacy clouds of Ghoststhat haunt the moon driftingacross a navy black pinstripeof starsa moon sinks behind the pinesMiracle the difference betweennight and day.A Golden crack of dawnthe sun comes round againth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2799682/ There is only one directionburn it looseas I walk through your doorlook at all the dewso many memories of youYou wanted to hate him to make it hurt lessstroke, Massive Coronarydid he make you feel like you wanted to crawl up your sleeve?Caviarswollen flushedtwenty years agol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2799155/ My Desert RoseHer womb; an empty crypther desire and hope a dying bird nodding on the limbTree leaves flickered with Autumn flametwirled and danced as if on fire.Her mind was a crystal salt of sand blazing memories on theshifting white dunes of MexicoPanchos and black knee Sombrerotasseled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2798408/ disclaimer- cussing like a sailor, please be forwarned, also: all-male poets and present company excluded, in anything that you may find offensive, Poets are of a different breed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2795795/ http://www.zeek.net/802vinokur/ birds and fish do not sweat sir, are they Gods? perhaps...? Not everything sweats and not everything that does sweat make them human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2795148/ Blue Tie SpecialSummer is not lostbut merely sleepingShe says it's in the sunshinerippled stones and dimpled lakesShe's Acorn classy but Pinecone aliterate a little bit of luxury and his hands start shakingshe holds the key to the eyeswindow corehe wants to let go live simpletonb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2794251/ Parables I can always tell did you know that?A great many packed away under that pilloweach thoughtdetonates land mines in their wake.Do not ask questions you do not want the answers towhether they be truth or liesthe answer will shape an opinionOpinions oft shape the future.Lies are seeds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2792041/ https://www.the-sun.com/news/1411557/unconscious-girl-16-sexually-assaulted-by-eight-laughing-men-in-facebook-vid-seen-by-her-mom/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2791375/ I remember him right after my mother died our conversations began around six years old.He fondly recalled me as his 'little girl' and I remember him, my invisible friend. I could hear him even then, guiding me.But not always.  I couldn't hear in the cafeteria with the backgr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2789807/ who the hell is Russ Demfer? Halloween is on the rise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2789323/ Dedicated to: "to finding THE ONE" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2787954/ TerrifyingWe intend to end this showOne of the stars bled to deathneglectedstraight out the back windowIt's a miraclewitchesI'm sorry  (repeatedly)Let me know(repeatedly)Do me a favor(repeatedly)Right now(repeatedly)I'm going to tell you the truth(but never did)The sky was full of fis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2786349/ I met a holy man today.His entry door composed of rustic wood beams,with no paint or varnishhis bare feet were dirty below the numerous holes in his sweat pantshis porch covered in many summers remainsiron shell back chair rusting in country bluebeer can ornaments, battered red and white plastic coo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2785900/ Obsession vs. PossessionA thin line both are filled by what thinksa little too much of itself on one hand and the other is a little more closer to home.possible cause?Too many unprotected visitsinto the ethereal can do that to a man.But neither have a real will to resist a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2784302/ some friends stopping by. poetry in pictures. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2782776/ Vivere il Gondoliere!Good morning trash Godspregnant with the child of silencepregnant like a Roman Empireyour holy opulence pregnant with words like usury trampled by the cattle in the streets of Romeher pangs of hungercreators once the dimpled knees of the child that longed for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2782647/ For His FavorThe one thing man covets or prizes morethan his own apparatus Is sovereigntyHow could any civility or illnesssurvive the bloodlust and leechesor acts of contrition if not by the sheer graceof a forgiving God.I will hear the Sun light when it calls your namewhen he re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2777519/ Let me guess what position you're in.Fragile?Will you recognize her?What do you do in an awkward hotelbesides, constantly regret it after home coming?Sure, I'll call you.Accept that direction after 12 years?home. right now.how sweet with your permission. Say it.It might be the fog,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2773352/ My father always said hickeys are the way BOYS mark their territory just as dogs do with fire hydrants. He said that if I ever came home from a date or elsewherewith a hickey on my neck he would put a boot in my buttthat was still attached to his size 10 foot.*Not that big I'm th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2769540/ Happy Valentine's Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2766294/ Until Alexander,think of it like that, a switch to turn off.God only knows for how long.When they share their dreamsthat is when you need to beware of falling.That's where it will all begin, you knowand it will sneak up on you.when they trust you with dreams and tearsfriendship and lovewill teeter o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Corset/2765360/