http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shownashappening The original writings of author William Kremer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779642254 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You wouldn't credit a writer or artist's abilities and knowledge to their means of pigmenting a surface, a musicians skill to their instruments etc etc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3133572/ My tragedian may lay to rest now soothed by rolling hills and folding light Wisping mists; fog, cloud and smoke Screen the doomsaying-mindClotting ventricles and arteries flowing The life-forces of miserys' estuaries With luck, the brackish bleed will soon flow clean-for now at least, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3133449/ Very very rough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3133036/ Barton bids that street facing windowed homesMust light lanterns to hang at dusk.Firefly pilgrimages bring stars to ground level,Drawing life-itself in warm-light over dark meadows.Do the lunar flowers, sleep-shy fledglings and deerFind themselves in awe at the grassland-galaxies?Over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132941/ Just thinking out loud I suppose, meaning changes for us over time at every possible scale. I've never utilised mantras before but feel they could illustrate so much ourselves to us over time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132787/ An inspecting light now hangs Expecting woods reject themselves A foliar free-falling festival fashionsItself, an expressive parade of wind-arching lanterns.This light will soon end And senesce to hang in the air Drawing sequences for none to dance toInspecting light now inwardsWil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132786/ I'm not old by any means, but that doesn't stop any aspirations I project onto my future self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132785/ Written purely following a thread of amusement. Potentially subject to edits http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132721/ Bit fiddly at the moment but I'll edit soon enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132289/ I see how we've aged the sameAs each path we amble converged A twisting and undulating track at our foreWe walked, and bore the track's marks as our dirgePlainsongs of road have sung it's lines that wornHumming along with the parts we preferredWitness the notes that caused us painI see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132271/ Still likely to be revised and expanded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132270/ Cut blow holes in penstemon flowersTo hear their florid flute tunes played by the wind.Put strings over troughs And hear the steady strumming of horses on the strings.Stretch skins over valleys and gourds on the floorFor the rain to drum along with the thunders rumble.Heavy bass provided.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132269/ Bipolar will sometimes have the world appear dead and pointless, the struggle to find an enlivened world can be long and arduous when neurochemistry is spilling its pitch into the well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132268/ Somewhat a drafted musing about work. Will potentially go through a lot of revision, potentially not, we'll see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132267/ *Eyes like black-holesFace supernovas and sink.Radiance climbs through the space of time�"Time of spaceFinding itself as atomized and only then�"Drawn as breath into singularity.*Tonight everything comes from lightfalling to thought. Whorls of folded worldsO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3132098/ A man sits paring him-self down gazing at the mirrorOf a sky told as unspooling murmurs of the wake From powerful wings thrumming to meet the end of todayHe reads marrow and fragments' laments to fearThat steeping life reminds all that is hereFor a moment, unmoored he finds him-as-noneAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131918/ I like to dog-ear each day And often�"I find myself returning to scribble-in the marginalia of a life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131771/ Flame-lit for a means to reveal shadowsI want to see what there is to seeOf you, of me, of things around me What is obscured in youWho-of-you does not speak But prays and preys-upon pewThe yew breathes and the blood-of-forest seepsInto new wounds and old alike Reveal to me the depths.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131740/ Woodgrain, splitting on its edgesWedged and tearing like waves in a ferry's wakeAn axe head making a light show of twilight sun That dances around stands of birch that lean in and quakeIn currents of pine oil, humus and the scattering birdsNostrils burn in cold gusts, a steam engine exhaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131738/ Simple gratitude to the art and artists. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131693/ Modest mornings shroud the-now-privates Reveal of them in a stroke of luck To the headlights smudging by on roads, defiantWith a slip, baring breast to lights�"tree struck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131669/ Potentially redundant reframe of Playing House but was fun to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131659/ Autumn storms occured and broke the union of the rose I had written about just a week ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131656/ The clearest Nights' sky Speaks frost, boring into bone That held clouded warmths, of Cold deniedComforting walls gone, now naked homes An opening observed by white firelights in the unclothed skiesClothe and close with layer upon layer But clearing light deprives the right Bares-beari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131655/ There's a phenomena -called unihemispheric slow wave sleepA selecting dormancy to half the brainAnd body; I wonder which side picks-Delegate, or delegatee? It shows as legs tucking in wings and lazing eyesRemoved from scanning And the sides swap from time to time Like visual stereo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131600/ Every memory grants the lensing of its eyesNear drowning at five makes a novelty set of glassesI can wear a bubbling filter, apply it to all of my lifeThis one even grants its lungs' grasping as it darkens Small decisions can sometimes awaken the seenAnd breaths not-breathed Like decid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131540/ Just a fun sort of exercise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131498/ Literal scenario, thought it quite amusing and that's all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131357/ My heart, always bore warning, attending to snakes-By means of blood it can chew.Coagulation ceased-suspicions-Now with them too, I lie in the weeds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131275/ TRIGGER WARNING!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131222/ The best books and films are left incompleteWhen I grow up, I wanna be just like them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131171/ Seemingly furthering hours Oddly come nowhere but closerOther days before closing- time scrubs and scours Unchangingly everchanging, immutably soTime, ever presenting humble powerErasing itself-- every one and thing it's sown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131149/ It's said that we are tallest at first risingWhat will we have baring down on us today?If shrinking under the weight of burden is inevitable.. uncompromising What would you have constricting you,if you were having your say? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131148/ I notice my assumptions towards another's lack of noticing that of the same, who am I to expect another to anticipate the same stories of the day as I do?Is this world not richer for the countless stories told to us through our awareness of life's prose or lack thereof?One bird calls echo differ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131147/ Sort of a fun one scribbled out quickly. Can't help but think of it as very Dr Seuss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131142/ We're all just water in fancy dress Playing house-of stone and flesh.Home is dust as far as fire's concerned So dust and sand is what the big ball of it prefersSo leaf, bug, river and blood Snake, cow, rock and bone Conspire against fire Hoping to exhaust That ball in the sky From .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131097/ A rose I grafted is throwing it's first flower buds in autumn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131010/ If I engrave vermiculations into the fleshFashioning tributaries of darkness to undiscerning eyesThis stone, the with-depth holding dark to its edgeOpen air in the midsts of ideas' cohabitations, lies-The unbent, unwalled and breathable imaginations Of the of-mind, the of-life's fabricatio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3131009/ I think this was an exercise of writing in congruence with the dynamics and mechanising yet terribly messy/grotesque imagery present here.. it wasn't at all idiomatic but it was fun clunking away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130978/ Bird song fluttering, sends flickering of heard light dancing behind my eyelids, can I discern wing tear and bloody beaks with their song alone? Can I hear the blue, rose and cube if I listen for long enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130917/ Going through the motions Of liminal mindWatching a few dispossessed junkies, deluged-Countless fantastical lives lived at a redlight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130913/ Gentle dropping leaves-blades of grass springing like plucked stringsAn autumnal evening orchestra of green harps A chorus of mynas, grey butcherbirds and families walking pastBarlines of golden ashes and strangler figs Ostinati, raising path and metallic swarf spreading thinA moth with no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130912/ Poetry, more than writing generalismRevives the corpses of memories A true necromanticizing of all the bits and pieces Transducing the not-mes on tight wires Vibrating the echos of dead, Bringing back to lifeMore than what they said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130911/ There's a time Hiding under still-warm bodies and shopping trolleysHairs standing on endAntennas sending distress signalsWarmth seeping into my eyes Loudspeakers injecting jingles into my earsA pre-recorded message reminds-this shop will be closing at half past nine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130910/ This sort of acts as a tie in with Altricial tendencies (unintentional, purely a case where my current attendings are obvious) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130855/ A quick not overly considered poem.. Maybe turned out more didactic in nature than I'd intend writing with heavier scrutiny or consideration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130853/ An exercise of using only words of incidental qualities http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130852/ Started and ended purely as an exploration to the question the title asks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shownashappening/3130811/