http://slow.writerscafe.org/JohnCuttito The original writings of author John Cuttito en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073784 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I.She over hears And scampers under Sheets wasting lettersAnd certainly pointsBut never time Part jeer and jesterSnide leering from which We wound and fester sometimesThey say pride hurts the most but most of the time we don't have timeto  fall we k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/772370/ Leave on that dress. Your hair’s a messWhat? Did you come here to confess that you liked me best?  Vexed and undersexedwhere will I come undone nextEach day I saw the world with older eyes and liked it lessand less Digress and repress the way it f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/743920/  “          ” Might have held it for years coupled betweenpalms Sides adorned; thorny and sliveredThey might yet hold this still thick andcongealingAt the base of the prick point of entry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/542093/ Newborneyes reflection of ghostly visionsBalancingof natural laws till Libra tips the scaleWanderersin the deepest highway mistsApermanent vacationMaybe it is the Ghost Song Jim    We’re lostagainCould we chase the moonHorizon bound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/538821/ Done with mouth always kill myself slowly wantinganother heart-remember her heart scent your eager meager anatomy canimagine never under-imagine every love soil-music dizzy storm cocktail so youthought like rain mud will do-she got the ring save my head but believe warm over ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/538820/ I want proof of thefire that leaves no scarsI want to feel like Ido when we’re speeding in carsCall me. Call me. Callme firefly.I’ll stay in your jarand try not to light the skyJust poke in some holesand keep me dry.I will swallow a stareruptin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/538817/ Liturgical: a literationPleasepay no ($)AttentionTo last year’s wordsTheywere merely and only Expressions.Theyand I have goneYesI and they wentAndwere nothing still             &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/538516/ poemslights reserved northcity row dirt of transformationresistednaked assault nationalist history mistakeculturemumbling manifesto ignored stumbling excused awake thought going clean frontier unattainable universal lyricsbeecstatic lovely kingdom old existentia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/525940/ Bewildered in becoming beingLuna probing incredible affirmativeConstruct in panoramic orgasmUncertain opinion analogous to indiscretionVocabulary of longing leap beyond daysEvolve light clear apology shadow peelsIncubate order Revolution earth oneInstance glass de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/525936/  Existence shares no commonalities with time who cares if something is this or that if you live outside of me even the wind upon my face is bereft of meaning I have seen your shape at dawn and declared it pleasing so that nothing in between will satisfy so too has everything been made electri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/483694/ (Alterity)? OralityWords being sounds splashed in ink and riddled upon the conception She spoke them smooth enough but broke upon the page as she set them down and passed this by. Significance of words we are each a dead language unto ourselves Just asleep striking the night hours alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/474848/ Language of winterSilence of tonguesWolves on the huntIn tangled packsBreath freezing andDropping as IceOn the snowHe reaches out To save theGirl who hadJust fallen throughThe ice asShe had turnedAway and walkedFurther down thePath and thoughShe had slappedHim acros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/399532/ the overarching madness of indecisionI wait up while she sleepscounting the ticks of timethe repetition on days enveloped and replayedby nights lonely mind machine...Forgive forgetfulnesseven this was fracturedfrom the beginning.Songs that taught us love.Words to calm the tidea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/397685/ You keep forgetting you startedout this wild flower without your problem.It ain't pleasure when you fight.I'd be whatever you like.Insignificant, gentle, nothing, a personalityfull of life. Only you pronounce love so well.Miss you, whether or not you'd leave me with myself after just a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/392483/  I have known these tears.I have felt this way.I have loved.I have experienced.I have known death.I have known new life.I know that life works in cycles.I know there are infinite possibilities.Show me the branch that does not sway in the wind and I will show you a broken branc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/374357/  IlluminationA spark of this.She lights the roomTo watch me leave.Waiting for somethingthat won’t shiver in the nightand go cold. Moonlit lullabysomewhere between earth and sky.Starlight. The song of darkness.She sings sweet sounds, serenades silence.Seas s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/373911/  The ambiguity of consciousness.This is not real.Dream stage. You dance upon theWaters edge. Ghost lips. This too Shall pass before the eyes beneathThe applications of laughter.A representation of domestication.You hold your leash handing offThe lead. Hold it tight.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/373909/ The opposit of negative attractive possibilities from nothing at all. An expression of lust, rembrance of embrace.Nostalgic. Bitter. Taste.Drink this like we used to from the springlike you never left.Equation of Sensation.The first impression, I loved you fromthe moment you laughe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/373024/  START.Jack's Bagpipe recipeserve inCollins Glassalcohol5%1 oz Gentleman Jack® bourbon whiskey1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps6 1/2 oz ginger ale Pour the Gentleman Jack bourbon whiskey into a collins glass filled with ice cubes, and add butterscotch schnapps. Fill wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/349327/  The center does not hold Spinning wildMild grinningThinning child To come from a hard placeDistillation of concentrationBlindly chiding To come from a dry placeThe taste of desert uponThe lips fingerprints of sandHer hands upon his hips Glass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/349320/  Do you remember what the desert whisperedat the light of dawn?  That it too craves a warm body.Something more comforting than the brittle armsof the mountains.  Cold and lonely, yet a man is nota desert.  Still I too have known the silence of thebaked dry hardpan soi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/349317/ the hunt and the trickster http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/257432/ He might have been a million miles away on the other end of a 5am phone call.  She answered wary of the way something in his voice made her feel.  He was a million miles away, and yet even this was not new.  He was always so far away.  Inventing new ways to ease his ego made the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/244253/  YOU AND OUR PERFECT THROB.THIS SOFT MEALS GETTING BETTEREVERY DAY.  MARINATE THE WINDSHIELDIN PUBLIC. OH NO, MOST OF IT I LIKEDYOU KNOW YOUR PARTAND EVERY FIERCE PASSION.SLICK, RAW, SWEAT, WAIL TONIGHTOUT OF ANOTHER BREATH. EXPLODE.      &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/241554/ this is a rewrite of a previous magnetic poetry piece, although this one is far gone from the original. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/236652/   this poets wordis meant to be heardand expressed, undressedthis poets soulthough never whole is oftendistressed, impressedand caressed by the notionof something new and themotion of something bluea borrowed lne its truei want to fall throughthis wall of possibil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/231691/ This morning loveI awokewith starred eyesto bear witnessto the glory of new daysthis morning loveyou spokewith scarred sighsto bear witnessto the loss of old waysthis morning lovehas brokewith gentle sunriseto bear witnessto the living that time delaysthis morning love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/231677/ like the gulls i have heard the oceans call and though i am far from waters edge i close my eyes and i am on a sandy beach feeling small against the waves miniature amongst the world the sun at its apex and i as high as i will ever be am still lost as usual seemingly tossed along the tide like the g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/231673/ I am nothing I am everythingTimes gone inconsequential againA tragic reaction to my inactionProportionally contrary to my realityAnd my own dualityComing to a head againLost in moons flowFading in the rivers glowPerpetual cycle of my unquiet youthI repeat the beat path I tread agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/231671/ h there is a dreamcatcher above this bedwebs snaring prophets slings.spiders crawling on the skin of nightdisturbance of slumber,leaving angry red marks spread across the dawn.Beneath the cover of moonthe cat gets the mouseand leaves it on the dining-room tablespilled guts o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/231667/ My words cease to pour From my heart and suddenlyI find I am speaking onlyWith a fire tongue [she shrinks back,Unaware of which box she has openedAnd what it must mean]An almost terrifying blaze of purpleHas lit the sky behind her headThe neon pulse, the moon beats downIn tantric r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/229972/ black rainwhen mypopsicleis puddlesoothe herweary cheekhair tastes ofpeach. meanderofftake this stormcocktail, like you wantednight.play solitary staggerangel must waitso you thought like watermud will domanage this paradisewith a brilliant word. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/225866/ Imaginelivid voice,immense sound.Sing wet rhythm.I speak myself andleave my skin machine,to live by your girl.Her wicked murmurhas delicious music.Remember thrill androar when summercome through again.We celebrated red night,meager stone & garden soil.Urged color.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/225860/ there are those things that need to be written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JohnCuttito/216348/