http://slow.writerscafe.org/KevinReader The original writings of author Kevin Reader en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776061016 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 12.15.2008 (1) [western iowa]this earth and I have secretssecrets that I tell you now I laid upon her matted sod‘twas soft and sweet and fallow I whisper to her thoughts of minethoughts that I do think right now her fruit is sweet and bitterand warming to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/353811/ 11.25.2008 (2) [driving by des moines]36 hours of friendship and E^2 laughter A late night drive.Conversation.A loving disagreement. I didn’t thinkI would be here,but there was no employment. We laughed and atewe drank too much,in the end, stayed up too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/353048/ 11.25.2008 (driving by des moines)  a blurred memory sweeps across my eyesof a soft painted roomwhere we danced tongue in groovelike slotted spoon in kitchen cabinets they day was cool,beating gusts against the window pane the sun was bright,streaming thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/353033/ 12.12.2008 Christmas Presence  the night was mildand the moon was full in a jet streamed skyvenus and Jupiter dine together together they beam,“and we are the best of friends” with two weeks to wintera timid bounce is seen in the distance&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/353029/ 9.10.2008 (2) high point love is a muddied waterand i a wire meshed screen it pours into meand i hold itfor a while but it cannot stay for longand how it passes through meleaving me with its dirt and grime once it is gone, it has been filteredmeasured .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/315366/ 9.10.2008 (1) the bang theory / a love eclipseand in that moment we were afraidafraid to moveafraid to speak our eyes had glossed overas we were both paralyzedby each other's gaze in that safety we were freein that one moment we were in loveand we knew that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/315364/ interactive poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/255727/ 4.24.2008 my breakfast consists of the following: an alarm clock blaring     classical music a yawna blinka stretch a smilea kissa nuzzle a stumble down     the hallway a yawna blink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/254144/ 8-10-2006 FinallyListening to the voices of my ownMy heart            my head            my gut All that screaming from insidethat was me trying to be heardby m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/213497/ 2.13.2008 it fell upon this paper, a muddied river and with each lettered wordthat falls upon this paper,I spell response I respond to life thatcalls out to me and Iam flooded with whispers before me laya muddied river that flowsstronger than any wind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/213495/ 12.11.2007 [801 Ohio, Urbana Illinois]in a family garagea bicycle lies in the back of a garagetires deflateda seat that has been gnawed by squirrelsa chain that has been rusted, gnawed by timeonce this bicycle rode through the streetspassing pedestriansbells chimingmaking way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201655/ The Life Poetic. Things I've learned today:People are never late to work parties when food is involved.I'm not the most adept at hanging things on walls.Indian food is okay. Mind the curry.Dry erase marker becomes permanent after four months, regardless of the surface... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201653/ Holiday Party for the Part Time Employee. Okay, I'm not a big joke telling type of person. It's just not the way I role...but I could become that guy. Hanging out with an old man at an office holiday party in which I knew hardly anyone at, he targeted me, because he heard I was into comed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201651/ 10.9.2007 every once in a whilelife will get so busythat you will forgetthe name you go by well this is a reminderfrom a certain onedirectly at a certain twothat i will not forget i will not forgetyour name or mineor how the two can flowtogether to create.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201650/ a holiday wishin a holiday themed kitchenstands a man, slowly peeling applesin a holiday harried living roomsits a woman, rapidly wrapping presentsas one room slowly fills witha fluttering scent of sugary sweet cinnamonanother room quickly fills witha mound of empty boxes tag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201647/ 1.8.2008 OutIt seems so simple at first. Another forlorn story about a girl and a guy missing out,missing someonebut you’re missing the point.You are a strong piece,this is about calling,calling out.This is about reaching,reaching out.Not putting up with ,but pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201644/ Life is about perspective. What I see is completely different than what someone else sees. I just recently changed majors from business administration to photography. Needless to say, my parents are worried. I'm their only child. I suppose they have a right to be worried. But not smothering. Five-si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201643/ 10.18.2007 [306 Apt 10] enough is enoughi’ve had it up to here i’m tiredthe days drag on and onone fleeting moment to another sunrisea few hoursa shared meal or twosunset i’m tired of wasted timetime without purposetime wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201638/ 10.18.2007 (2) [306 Apt. 10] a withered lizard sits alone basking in the midday sunsuddenly a seed blows in; far away from forestsfar from fieldsfar from friends the hearty little seed found a placein the rocky terrain to call home a stubborn seed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/201636/ 12.28.2007 (801 ohio, urbana) mind chasing feet Armed with gloves, capped with mittens.I set out today, to go for a run. The air was cold, iced over with whatforecasters would call a wintry mix.   Soon after my first few paces, I realized:this run was s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/177985/ 7.17.2007 (4) [611 W. Healey Apt. 9] when today becomes tomorrow, i will see you againsmell the sun on your skintaste the melon on your lips,   there will be no more waiting on pigeonsto carry love between the sea of roads,   the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/164684/ 7.17.2007 (3) [university ave, urbana] A child’s summer rain. pitter patterpitter patterpitter patter                        pout. All this rain, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/112234/ 6.28.2007 (5) If anything. if ears were cones that youcould place coins in, gumballswould fall from noses andice cream would pour from mouths if hands were rakes that youcould scoop leaves with, nailswould turn brown and paintedhouses could be built for others.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/106491/ 6.14.2007 (2) [611 W. Healey Apt 9] (Song) I can see that your gaze has met mineand we’re caught in this best of lustbut sometimes we just don’t knowif this is going to passif this is going to beeverything that we want it to be Won’t you justBreatheB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/97595/ 6.3.2007 (3) this is what I wear            a polka dot party dress            to my best friends party            there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/91984/ about a garden hose – 5.29.2007 (1) Hardware stores you gain popularityThat lies between the function and the roleLying there as a green rubbery holeSpewing forth a false rain with clarityFilling in a gap existentiallyReplenishing the earth from worm to moleGreenest grasse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/90090/ 5.24.2007 (1) [15750] what a peach you are fuzzy warm with an orangy glow one crisp clean bite taste the inside sweet with a twinge of sour that lasts on tongues for hours juicy and revealing the inside core houses a hard exterior with a surface that is hard to break in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/87192/ 5.20.2007 (2) [511 W. Green Apt 2] Lap Dance The night was old and stale.I thought it was never going to end.the cheap beer flowed through our veins.we traveled for what seemed like hours. The night was never intended to be so awkwardmeant to celebrate the endan .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/85413/ 1-6-2007 4…5…6 As I lay here in the darknessThere are a few sounds that aid me in the silenceThe click clack of my sullen blue clock serenades my earSetting a patterned beat to the stillness It is peaceful as I lay hereDrawing in the warmth of my love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/85399/ 4-9-2007 [EAPS] Postmodern? t                                          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/82832/ 5.8.2007 (3) [FAR] Caged primal animalsbuilding our own limitation. Protecting ourselves from living. Just out of our reachis the originalthe unsinned naturedour toxic breathshave created an eastward windpushing us awayfrom the setting sun will it br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/82289/ 5.13.2007 (2) [Café Kopi] The Moments of Your Life.  birth                         [insert your moments here]      &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/82065/ 2.23.2007 (3) [At EAPS] Revised 2.28.2007 Denied I am not an Elf!I am a Leprechaun!            How dare you,I say.            How dare you!I yell. My ros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/81079/ 4-13-2007 (2) Your Sexiest Self Let us break it down for a momentExpanding the synapses that fire in our mindsJust for a moment, let us redefine what is sexy. Sex is how you feel about yourselfNot how someone else defines you.Truth, the real you is sexy. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/80871/ 3.3.2007 (2)   [Undergraduate Library] Love augmented by Lust I’ll take you right here right nowI’m not afraid to admit itI wanna make love to youI wanna make you forgetEverything that is going on in the worldDoesn’t matter I wanna lay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/80870/ 4-7-2006 (3)  Little flower                                             &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/80227/ 2.28.2007 (2) [At EAPS] My Grandpa, the Genius. Dangfangled contraption.-expletive expletive expletive-Are your cousins in the house?                         N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KevinReader/80222/