http://slow.writerscafe.org/Marcus1975 The original writings of author Marcus Mckenzie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 written two days after the virginia tech shootings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282347/ a satirical look at selling your soul, changing yourself and neglecting higher goals for material gain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282346/ growingthe bleak space between starsthe universe is expandingthey saythe collapses and supernovasall unglued and slowly movingapartmaybe one day soonin the skythe moon will have hung a signor left a note"gone for good, you're on your own"and the tides will a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282343/ a distortion in the space-time continuumdali contributess l o w  d  r  i   p   p   i    n    gmel           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282340/ ironyis hearing ghost chains rattleunder a vernal sunis the possession ofa solar powered cure for the world's painby one exiled to the dark side of the moon is the meditation of mortalitydrowning in seas of young colourhumming with a surfeit of lifecontext sometim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282338/   my thoughts return to those moments oftenalready dissolving, blendingfact and fictionone moment seeping into the nexti taste you in my teathe bitter, the sweetmingle inextricablyand i cannot equitably replacethe way the two combineimpulsively, i might kill or di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282330/ i see myself reflected in the eyeof a greying whale on the beachsuffocate and liesuffer fate and dieeveryone seems sorry in the endyou've never seen a malignant epitaphso how does it feel to know thatmore dignity is given the deadthan we ever give the living?how does it fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/282013/ i freefall in freedommy hourglass eye's seen morethan can be kept terrestrial, but lessthan can fill the vacuum~wonderment permeates thoughtso much apparent suspended animationi saw surrounding meand i'm curious at the cost~i thought of absolute zeroand hypothermic delusio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279588/ these bones rest like restive driftwoodnow groundednow floating in the limboof gentle, persistent surftoo shallow for freedomtoo deep for peacesteady assaultwears and weatherstime's tides dragging bysculpt and scourbark fails and flakes awayreplacedby someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279359/ i could see myself  'leaving las vegas'as the marquee lights on the stripburst and fizzled in my wakethinking to myself that maybe if i looked backthe random neon flickerings of the bulbs which remainedwould be blinking out through the sparkshowerstatic;lust-bright dots and das.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279354/ nothing like going to las vegasto leaveunderstand, i'm not so particular,not so romantically inclined;here's as good a place as any(wherever here may be)my comings and goings get lostincongruous love stories take their tolli want to push away:"keep your distance!';or perhaps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279353/ seeing a mushroom cloud close up,that's a problemfinding humour in others' failures,that's a problemhuffing and tutting at all the world's wrongsis likely a problem, too, butfeeling the glow at 9 a.m. is not(maybe it is, opinions vary)nowhere's the last resort, so go thereif you da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279352/ free associationslurred ad libitum'when your pupils are this dilatedyou can see micro-singularities'(being born near a black hole doesn't hurt;some things you have to see to believe)'the whole year inn'.....you throw down your ragged bonesand wait to be exposedmus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279351/ in the midnight graveyard silencemillenia passincremental declination occursprimary fuel exhaustion incites involuntary reflexin the absence of hydrogen, burn heliumaccept the additional strain asa condition of continuanceuntil even that is gonecold white dwarf, exilecompanion .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279210/  pull down the dominoyou know, people will do it for you anyway...they'll call the moon the sunand be so sure they're rightthat the fact that it's midnight escapes themseduced by the cloister,acolytes will invent orisonsconvenient to their preconceptions,and the choices wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279209/ earthshadowslantedand the virgin bledi stood transfixedfree from superstitionthe notion of an ill omen was eclipsedby the wonder of a blood moonsomewheresomeone watchedas the moon disappearedbut she never abandoned my skies,she only shyly blushedi stood small .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279207/ nevermorecompetitionnevermoreimpulsive openingnevermore'do not disturb' signs gather dustdoomsday devicesexceed expectationssometimes hopelessness tries to diei'll give it C.P.R.hope can let you downbut hopelessness...hopelessnessis never swallowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279205/ here among the zombie starsgeneralisations seldom applythe rules are tangentialand often indecipherablehere, silence alternatesoscillatesbetweenstillbornandloudlivid ragehere, trials take place;conviction is certainsentencing is withheld for effecta jury .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279204/ the sea turns to stonebeneath the weight of darkling cloudsgathering to swallow the distant islandswhich occupy a soon to be mythical horizontrees bow to the east;it isn't reverence,it's deference to the prevailing windwhose persistence has the power to mouldin the imperfect image .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279203/ early afternoon and alreadystreet lamps come to lifeand the daylight's growing tiredyesterday's fierce, dry tumult diedand today is buried at seathe wet weeks came in a daysummer sons complain andlost eyes begin to shinefor every blue hole, every golden globewhich manages to mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/279202/ politicians ruin everything;their touch prematurely agesthe world, the wordsanything they extol the virtues ofpopes, presidents and caliphs thriveon misplaced veneration while we dietaught only to recognise as truefalse dichotomiesand the un-choice betweenthe sweet, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278778/ where do they learn it?diplomacy until that failsand then the crushing blowwhere do they learn it?tolerant idealismbeyond nature's limitsand no guidance after thatwith no explanationsabout limitationswe are the killersover and under estimationwe want both worldsre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278773/ we are as they:sisyphus, tantalus and atlas conjoined;or samson with his eyes put outand no-one able to guide.olympus and hades are only quartersof the city in the autumn stars(or perhaps unknown kadath);but prevarication hems our horizon, andself-assurance locks the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278770/   in timeless dreami stole away to romeand ’borrowed’ nero’s fiddleit is the new american wayimportunityand, that failing,force of armsit is the new american waycompassion for advantageand silence for a priceit is the new american way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278769/  obsidian disks, flat beneath moonless nightswelcome no reflected starsthe depthless pools invite questionsrefusing to be answered.there is no time;it has suffered rigor mortisand been frozen as a silent scream.deceptive shadowsthemselves deceived in wrath and prideroa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278768/  consider eightdifferent ways, eightdifferent wastesof the time we wish we could bottleso strongly we crave stabilitysurety, security,that we all die tryingto affix pat labelsto strange phenomenausing words we do not knowrip van winkle's caveat is losti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278767/ witness carnagemelodic disharmonyordered chaosbitter laughtergratuitous violencesimple solutionsfinalignorance is easier isn't it?it's naturalwhy change the state?apocalyptic hopeidentify and conformencourage baseless convictionthinking is too hardwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278765/  scandalised tongues wager over what will come nextis it really the end,or is a comeback imminent?not wanting to seem passeor 'out of the loop',i asked the street-corner man(the one holding a dirty sign reading"why lie? i need a beer")which he thought it'd be,and he sage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Marcus1975/278761/ peace;they've all come home now,so it must be.most of the heroes are dead,most of the casualties still live.some have left their limbsover there.all have left their innocenceover there.peace;it's a lie, because once enjoined,the war never ends.the quiet on the wes.. 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