http://slow.writerscafe.org/MachinaWriter The original writings of author MachinaWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 outside the dog is barkinga thunderstorm is sparkingbut she can't escape from her chain... that's where our beasts belongdon't let them in your homehe explains without explaining a thing;while from in the kitchenlacking inhibitionsi can hear her saying my name...holding a rag to he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2102390/ OR, - darkest is the night before you blink. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2101592/ I've had a problemWhere I can't tell the weeds and flowers apartpulling up roots with calloused hands. Now the garden in my heart is devoured by barren, blasted sands;turns out though, I didn't know, it can rain in the desert Really, who'd have thought? Now this cactus soul, has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086219/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086114/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086113/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086110/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086106/ A long poem with a long title about a long-awaited love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086104/ Sing, fools; sing recklessly of love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086101/ A poem about reminiscing on a life well-loved... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086100/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086099/ Another love poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086098/ a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2086097/ Another love poem for the woman of my dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2085966/ A poem for my queen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2085964/ i once knew a poet who titled every poem first before any other word i promptly called his wife we were immediately concerned only madmen name a sound they've never heard we said our fill he'd patiently listened of course as we both flummoxed&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2085963/ As a child, he planted a seedtelling it,"You're all I'll ever need,"and he watered it every dayand he always used to say,"You'll be the prettiest rosethat I've ever seen!"But the water was always so far,and he could carry it backonly jar by jar;and his would never live on a star,it would never laugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/2031124/ Idreamed beneath the shadeof anold oak tree;whereit was safe, and free, and beautifulwherethere was everything I’d need. Idreamed that I rolled on hills of grassnext tochildhood friends;wherewe would watch the othersand wewould laugh,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1603194/ It's a rant about love and creativity...and it rhymes...sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1486029/ A poem inspired by recent events on my life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1484308/ Our duty as poets, singers, painters, creators... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1331843/ it's one of those poem things and it kinda rhymes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1330622/ A poem about an old friend and New Orleans... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1330591/ performed writing, and a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1326584/ performed writing, with a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1326524/ Will I ever feelthis emotional currentof love without deterrentwithout blocks and without fearBecause I'm nearing a rising cadenceof impudent impatienceangry and bitterand tired and wornstaring at my witheringheart that is tornbetween dreamsand frustrationand creative elationshared but never underst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1326196/ a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1326193/ for those I've let down, disappointed, or been absent from... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1324682/ a poem written while exploring an invented culture... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1323952/ The second installment of my upcoming science fiction novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1181579/ The first chapter of my scifi novel in progress... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1179601/ In a future where the human soul can be used as a drug, a disparate group of ex-mercenaries reunite to discover who killed their former leader. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1179599/ It's been a while since I've written anything on here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1146683/ Another poem done during my lunch break lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1107742/ Simple musings... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1107133/ A poem inspired by the voice of my muse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1099879/ A poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1076364/ Something to think of during the holiday season... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1076106/ @}`-‘-,-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1076082/ A poem, inspired by a dream and a muse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1075950/ Strange things start to happen at the house of Lily's grandparents, and she finds herself being blamed for them. And what is with the trunk of her father's things in the attic? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1075460/ Been writing poetry for a bit now, this is my first time ever using structured metre lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1074222/ We are introduced to the character, Lily, and learn that she has lost her parents. Why? How? Read on to find out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1074186/ A young adults novel, following the orphaned girl Lily, after she learns a wonderful...and dangerous...secret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1074176/ There is a green field, / painted behind my eyes... / and I must simply close them / to see those starry skies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1073304/ I remind myselfto rise up from my sheets,and breathe.            and breathe again.I remind myselfto put shoes on my feetand breathe. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1073115/ Inspired by my muse, and the desire I've decided to choose, what have I got left to lose? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1073040/ Inspired by a great muse, who is an even greater friend. I hope to see her there, around the river bend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1072443/ For my muse, who never ceases to inspire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1072325/ A poem about that little yellow ball in the corner of my computer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MachinaWriter/1072087/