http://slow.writerscafe.org/Steeven The original writings of author Steeven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003304 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The struggle against addiction lost another freedom fighter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1869730/ Your erect middle fingerExtending the rod of your discontentTo attract not lightning but malice,As ants march towards a cricket's decay;This has worked for youBut not now, this minute, of this day.For i am not one of themAnd pay you no mind.The sun is pouring through young leaves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1869248/ My words in your mouthHope linger like raw brussel sproutsFor your linguistic droughtI give you no waterTo boil their bitterness out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1868745/ on a spring-warmsomedayone handthree V'sstitch into yoursperfectly.on a some dayspring-warmm--MMmm-MmMmtelewires carrylove's melody.on a someday springon someday warmon a warmspring somedaynight waits to file the edges of starsstrip-wax-polish-shinethe shimmer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1868739/ there was a bantering, a battery of dialogue,a puzzle of sentence fragments and poor syntaxI couldn't solve.i discovered when i arrived,that it was spoken code-of disgruntled wives.naivelyi squeezed betweeninhalexhaleof their mystical punctuation...About how ALL men are a******.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1868736/ Humor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1868724/ the pronunciation in an echo is as clear as the onset of fog.the further ventured the more muddledit becomes. until suddenly you step over a precipice and fall againstdream.God Bless You, Melatonin.soften my earscotton cover my visionlet me know this underdeveloped dementia,find the syllab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1468210/ title reflects poem in no way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1468195/ no circle is emptynor hole whole,but there seems to be a thinness in thesubstance of the circlean apparent density in the missing mass of the hole.this knowledge discoveredwhile tying juniper branchesexpanding their existence to include fenceas horizontal rain darkenedvertical lines on my underweara.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1382422/ several poems ranging in quality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1367766/ i was formed by the lines of her lipswarmth of breathmelted me to fill valleys sink into the grapefruit horizonof her smile.now malformed, a circle falling through large squares,rebutted against legs of trianglesno longer myself, let my shadow leadas i follow and become entangledwith others cast asi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1367762/ an inquiry to what i wasdeemed unnecessary to replyafter all, is it a question of my history-present being? My origin, may be?but any ever see my voiceknow not a vowel need be audible i speak when disturbedas sunlight stirs within my wingsbutterflies fall silentto beauty, smooth as lullabyof mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1367759/ Another triolet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1267223/ find me, justme.no one following, shadows speak throughthe threat of light.soft-jawheavy        wordsweak teeth for lovespit toothevery truthrootpetaltreefind mejust mea flower i keeplike time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1216476/ i canpay supplylight i ndshootese shadows leaninover`nder`gainstfence, breakbrakelinesbut if i cut a throat with a candy-canesuffocate with cotton-c`ndy? thisis not myworldtwo mice ar`n`ver caught in onetrap http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1216473/ imwholeallwaysokfractured un brokencurved roundhdstraighta line n`vr`agni keepspinning threadto find (-)friendthrew in air`n i find hairo yoursin the `othingness ofdefeated mountainswhen strand slips keepsanity, elsey backfillout valleyalliadore has oenlycraters of armsto fallcrook me elbow i slumbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1216467/ eyesupwardouttatmosfereadmyringfanetestarimagin terraneeasilydrink its leaking lightts`why munched tagether `erdssunrise'll be fine typsyness'll dispateslowly swallo last bittrbit hardinnischal swigaquannum fisicseyesreturnedadoring softeskintastinginvisible hairpeak of yourearlobemylips tell astros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1179828/ bah to restrictions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1178166/ *a Grant-era actress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1177348/ There is no pityNeither pennyOf sympathy-Empathy drainedFrom me like embryonicFluid from myMother. Give them your apologyFor you- my dirtyDenims originally$90, but I know a guy…Choke on remorseReconsider the discourseOn humanity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1177345/ what  schematics estimates of lovelike gallons of paint to cover a roomsystematic balance might be desiredto coat the ambiance of your skin, i so desire?  no matter the multitude of blinks   you gave your eyes to me all their life-crinkles...time wrinkles...too muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1166567/ christmas lights swung `cross-`bove streetdip like wet clothes slung on linein heavy hours before noon-shine. a parade            avenues with barricadesbrass being pinched and tasted in my hungover dreams.     empt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1165906/ fear no demonchild,their tongues (-)tasteeyes (-)see(-)life wastes            like a garden mum                   nearing autumn. young one,child pull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1165896/ i see nothing beyond the bend(a bend that beckons-howls                                 this is how it must end!)by all means of life that's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1165895/ and forever follow if so shallowwe can feel the stones between our toesbut vowelsand constrictictionsleave the minnows eatingthe stubbed digitsdead dialsdecaying matters? nothing anymorebut salty fishing poleslines extended beyond weight but grease the reel hemingway and minnows know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1162017/ there are no more'stomorrowstodaysandriods crying left the riverall of it each currentyou because, if crawfishcould count i would teach them your   your phone number....  and you still wouldn't answer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1161999/ unfinished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1153903/ so you couldn't afford a pinkcadillac,i'm sorry. i've tried contact but the dead airwhere friend-voicecalm like prozacisn't...isn't where i'd look for my mother now my hands are soremoving rubble and resusitatein vain,   when around the wristi finally exposed worea chai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1152612/ so it gave up, that heart of yours, fell silent like a stranger tired of knocking on a door. if they had left your eyes openi would have gone mad dove to the floorbroke into dangerous sliverslike rarely used chinaprepared to stab the soleof the one who would disturb my fine pile of me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1152046/ you wanted to meet fire, last warmth for cold bodywhy settle in dampness? to feel the rain casuallyfill the empty apartment vacant of braintoknow as much a part of familyequally you'd be part of earth. i knew you knew, though it happeneda few weeks too soon, at least your story conclu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1152044/ run out of paper write on the wallsfacesarmswhatever is in reach/your way broke pieces of old wooden fencescribbled scrambledletters like eggs to eat whenever i regained consciousness no one will inquirenod politetly passedand if one asks,wouldn't have the reasoning requiredto argue the vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1149637/ she is bruised, top-side-seared sirloin the marks are the colour of the gellatin meatinside because she has been stone washeddiving into the ricochetof stones and boulder each day in the moment before impacta hesitation and thought to retractintrepid stepsbut gives inas a week old rosefall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1149615/ i've hung parts of me on the line, barefooted through unmanicured yardhoping i'll dry birdy singing covers as i fold coversand a pile of laundry too masculineno complexity of lingerie or fraility of spagetti strapsdessert coloured skirtsi can still imaginesherbert, sorbespilling over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1149506/ Sun    risingbehind    tree, negates any coloursthat   might be, causes it to appear asilouette   -as though the tree itself was cut fromsky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1148819/ 841pmdry self lines close toplug hole there was a glimpse of meguiding zipperalong outside ofankleand one hair i didn't speakjust reachedwith lips  hoping the m&m'speanutbutter filledlike the tipsof only you fingers love the heghtgrowing fond of stilettos(mispelledi don't kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1146915/ one thought smacked into a fire beat to set ?/? time friggin triolets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1146847/ sonnet cycle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1145633/ they sayread with the heart but heart beatswastes not every contractionlead-in-g constriction many pronounsconjunctions misused blipof blood to point noi you we werehe she could be's bloodblip saythat is all  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1142787/ every morning at one place of sleep are hawks...the other; song birds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1142717/ can i sketch                                                .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1131757/ 1i have lettuce, bland iceberg lettuce,no one else eats romaine but me,but i can rupture its mastoid processand spill my homemade vinagerette throughand we can pick limp leavesto coddle pepperstomatocheese for youtofu for meblushif oil fallsover chin. photo of girl in field, baseball diamond ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1127243/ oh, it's menot the woethat might be found in the     pathsi followed cause i knowthe titanic sleeps peacefullyall because of me like the long-toothhippie elephantsi couldn't choosemake a stand warm or cold chose humidityand negativity brought it to a clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1116243/ mandolin song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1114338/ litcandleguarded circled navigated through sleeping dragonswoken witchesanimated villians as wick rose cat-tails from brackish watersfrost i only remember scent offlameto weak wax the aroma of an apocolypsenastalgicpepper and garlic saladif one waneswaxthe&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1113094/ WarmEgyptian cotton, thousand threadNoless,Bybody heat of my loveForabsent lover BoatbuiltWhennet recaptures SheForthenMyghostAndyour ghostThoseTheirs    Everyghost Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1105226/ Found my Father’s motherIs a machine Her plug slipping itself slowlyFrom socket Power light waningTechnicians push playNon-responsiveLight dimly blinking Won’t cry for regretOnly smile sincerely Dust off old memor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1105220/ Little man-cubCan’tBalance waterjugOn head You laughI leavefor cigBlaming tearsOn smokein eyes Reality It’s myselfishnessI’m thebigCarelessbear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1105219/ if not for you or methen the infiniteness of challenge,deliberation, destruction-reconstitution;the lack of symetry the orbitof love contains.the idea never to be explainedbut fits in each of uslike pit in peach&protrudes as needles from cactushaphazardly wounding those in reach--this dangerous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1094568/ you may trywith promised return callsnot even a hurricanehad you return a message even as a fireyou couldn't return a burn the worseabsolute cursean indent on my heartyour finger print prevents everythingdon't dare denywith eyesshutyou'restillthere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1093285/ 4 poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steeven/1089851/