http://slow.writerscafe.org/mamewhit The original writings of author mamewhit en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092384 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the way out...palette, pistol, and note,the note loaded with despair. when the knife is at the throat,find the way out, find the way out.bring the pistol to bare.bring the poison to share.my bedchamber is sacrosanct,who condones me to my grave?is path warm? fast, fast, fast,palette, pistol, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1062008/ in the beginning,heaven and earth were separated,drawing in the breath of life,as angels take your wife.one wisdom, word, and spirit, caught in a duel. fighting great monsters deep in the cosmic sea,dragons in the waters of chaos,boiling in lapis lazuli. seven heavens in the sky fight the foe,the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1061818/  four lords of the winds, i feel your breath,rustling the sky, sending the vortex into a spin.around, around it sends the blood in my veins,waiting for the coming of the hurricane.call out the warnings on the wings of gale force, slow patient energy gaining superstorm strength. the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1060492/ think kluge! think kluge! we need a kluge!we can’t go back to get the fix.be quick, be quick, apophenia is in the mix.perhaps it happened after the deluge.whatever the cause, an inelegant design.a jumble of philosophical zombies.qualia is perhaps the minds disease.find a kluge, find a kluge, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1050198/ one love lust divine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1045279/ in agartha did brave macuxies,a legendary inner earth discover:of great lands further down below,where all your youth is recovered.no stars nor moon, just an everlasting glow,forever hidden in esoteric knowledge and beauty,a lost subterranean world, a hollow earth expanding.the goddess shall come ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1044914/ evil be to him who evil thinks, adieu! adieu! au contraire, a beautiful gesture from the ingenue. every phrase that fell from her lips full of bon mot. i never chased the dragon, so how does it feel?the world is warm, my blood of indigo. bon voyage!no word, no bond, row on, live as a god.like a deli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1043901/ if all the year was like october,i really would run much further.adrift upon the harvest,enjoy the bounty as it lumbers.the autumn days much shorter,time to walk upon the leaves of maple.to breathe the smell of burning wood,i dare not whisper of sweet april.if all the year was like october,missing w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1043526/ i repeat the name,  i repeat the name. a four letter chant to be.i am to be, i am to be.adonai, adonai.chant it, chant it, repeat.the pineal gland vibrates. chant it, chant it, REPEAT.harmonic clarity.forever and always.the vulgate, oh lord, oh lord!the being, the existence. the tetragrammaton... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1043137/ welcome to the soiree.  “sashay right on in”, i say. if chasing pleasures or running from pain, jump into the foray.down in the alley the visceral sounds and smells draw you to the bouquet.you have arrived right on time for the banquet, welcome to the soiree.here at the soiree, you&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1042477/ powers that be don’t breathe on me.it’s all a simple misunderstanding between societies.a lust for war is the keynote.it may be broke but keep your boot off my throat.left right left right left we all sing along. left right left right left the march rolls on.left right left right left re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1041578/ blinded to the plight,dim the city lights,and catch the dark sky nights.i need to find a dark sky oasis.looking for a crevice without this crisis.turn off the false sun so bright,blinded by electric realities blight.high desert hot sands touching my back,still the electric daisy carnival lights trac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1040814/ like a cool drink of water, savour the moment.the worlds always revolving, love forever evolving.stopping for tea time, and daydreaming midday riposo.you know how i’m in love with tomorrows shadow.my fantasy of force fancies no flight.a coming hysteria brought in the night.caught in my bed of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1039849/ it twas a time of angst and fury, prophetic thought deep and dreary.the vision of a future spun twisting, turning, the web bot shouts and the lights went out.while i searched on in a dark and sleepy silence, there came a text tapping about.a message, a meaningful message warning in vibrating notific.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1039198/ the silver lining is polished,sterling and stainless.blue eyes met in the back of your limo.high minded and thinking of finding that beautiful life.a whirlwind romance driving hard and fast.floating off our feet we drove to the beach.twice we said i do to “stand by me”  in my grandm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1037937/ i have been stung by the honeybee.gather your nectar and come to me.sting me, sting me again and again.finding elation in arabesque tessellation.seeking the veda with amber honey on my lips,let your sultry dance give direction to my hips.the clever tessellation of your delicate honeycomb,your herald.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1037235/ i shall begin again assumed to atoneragnorak is written on the runestonethe ourobus keeps chasing its tailthe twilight of the ruling powers at fates traildo you still want to know?ancient’s clues buried in the flood and then droughtthe roots are well planted the branches are strongthe tree of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1037115/ a paper doll needs a long black veilthe smell of your scents memory inside the chifferobe doora paper doll cuts the line and makes me walei wish i had never seen you lying on that cold hard floorslowly turning, turning a deep shade of bluedreaming of a soul singer you had  your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036962/ the sun gazes into the moon mirrorseeing its reflection it bows out for the nighti can see melodies mirror in the sky for selenemelodies mirror in the sky for selenea lucid dream of dancing moon beamsjumping into the looking glass with no feartake my hand as libration begins its dance at twilighti c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036641/ the earth is shaking, nukes are meltingspring breakers are skiing, some beach baskingdeath tolls are rising, the terrorists are plottingmedia is hyping star stalking, everywhere there is small talkingpeople are starving, wars are waging, humans living in constant warninga generous response to witnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036086/ i fight number fits, i like 8 bits is a byte.digital infinity, a saros octave of serenity.eighter from decatur, a dead man's hand, a super 8 thrill.riding a sleipnir pulling an eight spoke wheel.the atomic number for life giving oxygen.a tooth of wisdom in an orb of octagonal consciousness.the lonel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036072/ the city of angels is a city of gypsies.a city of folded hands, the oak of golden dreams.what siren called the sagebrush bohemians and wondering hippies?apostles of hedonism in the factory of dreams.the garden of allah, who knew?the lights of LA in the basin canyons,sparkle of sand from the ocean to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036066/ wearing my heat wave blue straw hathumidity hitting like a brickbatcausing all to take beach chancessweet sweat running down the backblazing sun beating down low and fatremoving my steaming sunglassesblue sky matching my heat wave blue hattaking off my muted toned cravatyou can find me behind the sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036060/ "i told them not to plant those seeds. i told all the farmers around here they would one day reap what they had sown. i myself never ate the stuff. yeah! i have lived here all my life. you people keep coming here and this thing is going to spread."  Dr. Pueraria Lobata .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036047/ there is nothing like a southern rant to turn you on your heels to cause your gut to over boil and pant we speak our mind with fervant zeal  it is not the heat it is the humidity you hear it all summer long but the moisture spares my timidity and makes me very.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036042/ occasionally my iambic pentameter can be off beatan ode could become a sonnet sweeping you off your feetmy lyrical epic falls to prose that is sure to moveany reading could become a beatnik groovethe satirical haiku would become dramatic in good time but i truly lament an elegy withou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036040/ looking up to the sun sitting under a treedensity of green in the urban jungle poetryi count the treeshadows  reflecting the fractals of lifedistrubuted more to wealth than to those in strifei count the treethe landscape tells the story of inequalitythe landscape proves income realityi count th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1036037/ remember, how could you forget?etched in the being of our time.prophesied through the years to come alive.the energy felt long before the act.where was the mothman?out across the bridges walking faster.turning over shoulders looking back.watching the towers fall and feeling the impact.looking up wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1035868/ it has been six days since my last...it’s no sin if you’re my saint.i’ll walk away if you tell me so,cause that’s how much i love you so.it’s been six days since my last....i must confess you send me into that trance.i’m in the mood for some careless love,i just c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1035818/ the calling of the cold blank page begs for the tenth muse.searching for divine inspiration in random google algorithms.contemporary distractions make need of a superb and expert masseuse,for the essence and notion is lost before presuppositions. let me carve in stone forever, as digital though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1035572/ it is me, this poem you read.my iris changes speak from the soul’s needs.you can read me, i am green with verve.eyes soft when blue full of love.me inside the words. read the torsion in my curves.feelings flowing in my dance.my flitting shadow’s prance.searching always seeking, find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mamewhit/1035566/