http://slow.writerscafe.org/stimey The original writings of author stimey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020026 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i look at the flesh on her armsgetting older,say something stupid,think something wonderful..whistle past taverns and graveyardsand work,smoke some more greenand get back on the floor again - mattress or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1069676/ i keep having these half-awake dreamswhere i'm falling down stairs,or i'm lost,or i'm freezing,run down by horses,(or worst-case, be bees!)struck by great cancerand stretch limousines,with toothy barbariansclimbing down handlebarsfastened and latched to the tip-tops of trees,peppered in boxesshaped .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1066577/ a broken word,a broken bottle,and a broken man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1066132/ the menacing soundof calliopes collapsing -the mating call of lunatics,preventative counter-action,cessation, recovery,the seeds and their sorrowripping the sod,begging from borrowers,lost in the armsof a cloak filled with daggers,we stagger and gag,we sad coffin-draggersth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1064936/ we sit and feel our stomachsgesture wildly toward the plates -a fatal, black-eyed avalancheof country tunesand Japaneseglances past the tempered glassto New Yorkand the Eastdeliberate and pressing,a tooth above the meat,she smiles to herselfand gives me reasons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1060588/ "i'm up to $40 or $60 a day.."is the bell that rings loudthrough her mountains of speechit ghosts her on the sidewalk,screams above the referee,taps her on the shoulderafter 9pmon city streets,paints her bruised in window panesabove the chaste melee..and it may be..just another middle finger in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1059992/ there's typical madness,badness,architects,flies on a suitcase(and spiders, no less)wisdom and warriors,friends with the death sentence,friends without enemies,friends without friends..old deck of Bicycles,air-cushion,rider-back,this notebook was a pipe bomb,man, that p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1059514/ insomniaA.D.D.B.D.D.O.C.D.restless leg syndrome,the staggers,the bendsintense paranoiawith agoraphobi-a-cute hypochondriac(slitting his wrists)delusions of grandeur(with missives in hand -or in mouth, either oneis as equally thick)ulcers and pantomimeheart-attack scare,the weight of dried bloodin my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1059334/ not quite a foremanon big shiny buildings,not quite foreclosure /pizza deliveryacetylsalicylicassessment(an aspirin),dreams zapatistas,nervous policemen;gets smoking weed,rolls eyeballs,rolls zig-zag..Saint Chuck and Saint Burroughsride high on the dash;his brains and bad daysblown onceand blown fas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1058878/ just a hitch up from texas,south-central kansasroutineis slipping one dayfrom the edges of the next,from the bottom of the deck..idle hands tin-mannedby no one in particular;guy by the stop signstanding in a weed patch,staring at the 4th floor,imagining it higher,'cause he has to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1058733/ WRONG TURNat the corner of My Youthand This Shitdance cards, terminalreality, cynics..internal bleedingand wintersand picnicsand NO F*****G COPSPERMITTED ON PREMISESdevils and diplomats,judges and harlotsdarkeningfuneral parkinglotsshuffle past, make somepolite little noises,dig in the cellar,fill p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1058724/ daylight's attackingwith emblems and idiots,life-long commitments,dental hygienists,a river's congestion; inching and vile..we don't have lives,we have have lifetime recitals,babylon damage, stacks of old bibles,hugging the ground between wasps, between spiders,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1058719/ i am an animala scandala triggera f**k-you friendlyrenegade cinderblock, dragging towards staggering autumnthrough bed-bugsand bottles-up,haunting the wellfor pennies we lostat the bottom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stimey/1058709/