http://slow.writerscafe.org/busywriting The original writings of author Lori en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem is not sure          of itselfeven the grammar is off                               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/364343/ Last night I stood above the worldIn silenceAnd saw the earth red and beatingA raw, exposed heartHow I hate that imageConstantly throbbing behind my eyesEspecially nowIn this taut, painful daylight Where is the wind to erase these footprints?What is the origin of this invi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/360246/ This is an old poem that I'm re-posting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/354610/ I wrote this when thinking of the death of my grandfather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/352761/ Just something silly... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/352757/ There's not much I believe                                anymoreThis is what age means:        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/326582/ This was written a while ago after a close relative died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/316911/ My interpretation of the life of St. Mary of Egypt. It's slightly bawdy, so don't read it if you're sensitive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/316761/ I'm still working on this, so it's not quite there... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/316298/ I'm wondering whatyou're capable ofnice guy that you say you arebut filled with revengea growing need to see me hurt and hurting I wanted to pretendit never happenedthat you didn't exist I'm a person of morals, you proclaimto the worldas you shout out &quot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/316088/ Before moving to California, I lived in New York... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/316082/ This is a poem I wrote to and for a friend and poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/311880/ I read bureaucrats at the EPA have reduced the value of human life for statistical purposes, so the "cost-benefit" analysis lawyers use is slightly less in our favor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/309806/ I read a poem that called the morning shallowand I thought there's my mistakeit's thinking any of it mattersThe heartbeat is solidThe moon fat and lighting up the garden I build a shrine in the starslistening to the same silence as youpinned to life like a crucifixshuffling th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/309802/ Yeah...I can be melodramatic. I'll grow out of it....someday... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/309342/ This was an exercise I wrote after a trip to the Aquarium in Long Beach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/309340/ Another old poem that I just edited slightly. It's an attempt at surrealism, and it's intended to be more evocative than literal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/292244/ This is an old-ish poem, but I never reposted it after The Cafe lost everyone's work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/290403/ Just a quick exercise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/217417/ My pen slips right off the pagethe smell of honeysuckles wafts         through the backyard         window from so many years ago  I could not stay         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/180871/ 1.This will be an empty                                  poem          all skeleton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/147972/  I hear the future           echoingits endless repetitionNeon's non-stop flashing We're all scrambling         stamped with price tagsspreading legs      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/142056/ 1. The electric blue glow of nightleaves a metallic taste in my mouthI sit still            watching      shadows scatterin every directionThere is so much blameI've eaten bite afterbite&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/134586/  this is a dark landscapecold and exactwithout the stars animationsthe silence is so strongit clubs me into submissionand it's nice to be free of choicesnothing moving but time for the past monthI watched my father slowly learn God's secret handshakeI listened for his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/128434/ 1.Usually they lounge                        in the shade             beneath the canopy of tress by the fence  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/127948/ Even my toddlers realize               I am not the same person     They see               my eyes retreating   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/125873/  Onward again Through the naked beginningsof another nightfallBeing so caught up         so twisted in tomorrow How many stars have fallen        while I sleptmastered by such manipulat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/124542/  I am almost out of ideastired of this excavationClawed through skinsutured it uponly to rip it apart againsmoothed over boneschipped away cartlidgevacuumed out the fluidsleaving a fragile shellhollow and delicate   Drained on the page .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/124027/ I have been pondering the word                  Unityand I suddenly realized it is utterly incomprehensible                 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/123342/ How you deranged the delicate          composure of nightLying there spitefully breathingI was thinking:                     You  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/busywriting/122536/