http://slow.writerscafe.org/DivineCloudNine The original writings of author M. Howell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342310 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 9/24/12…And there I stand, under the lone flickering bulb, sweating and bloodied,shirt off, a tattered scrap of paper in one hand, dripping ink onto thefloorboards, the other, a clenched fist, bruised and shaking, raised to theleaky ceiling above, shouting into the crowd, the Figh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042960/ 9/19/12 I feel like I’m in the clouds right now. Some mornings Iwake up not knowing where I am. But I feel great. Like I could be the greatest.Like I could be you. I’ve been teeter-tottering between consciousness andsleep, feeling alive and dead, confident and terrifie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042958/ I keep your scarf at hand, for I know it's been doused withyour scent. And at night when I can't sleep, I press it to my face like achloroform-soaked rag, intoxicating myself with dreams of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042955/ 9/16/12 I want to take you Everywhere. I’ve never been, but I hearit’s nice this time of year. The sandiest beaches and the tallest cities in allthe worlds just lit up with your smile, and it’s high time we visited them all.I wanna stay up with you, past the dawn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042953/ 9/10/12I don't think I’ve met my true love in this lifetime...Ithink the two of us met at the very beginning, the absolute origin of allthings. And I loved her for her brilliance and the way she gazed down upon mewith loving eyes, and every little detail shone in those eyes, and how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042951/ 9/5/12 I love the way that every night, as we sing the brilliantsplendor of all that we’ll one day share together, metaphysically toasting to thereverie of this unforeseen intimacy, our words dance together, as we might one eveningunder the pale moonlight. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042511/ 9/5/12You may have noticed… The silence on the other end of the phone right before wehang up. Maybe a slight exhale, or a sigh. That’s me. Only, it’s not me.Unfortunately that’s nobody and nothing. It’s the static void of sound,intended for all the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1042510/ 5/17/12The tenor group blows past my windowAnd along 52nd St.seeking tomorrow.I decide to follow them in search of true love,Peering from behind newspaper stands and alleyways. The sun has set but we continue on,Past luthiers in their yellow windows,Bifocaled and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1041540/ 9/4/12I thought I saw you today. You were sitting, alone, at thatlittle cafe on the square, your face shaded by an umbrella as you stirred yourcoffee, dreaming of late nights in the city, longing for smoky jazz clubs andreckless driving. I thought I saw you today. You were resting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1041366/ 9/3/12It’s 3am and we’vejust kicked the last wobbly patron out the door. His red checkered flanneldisappears into the pre-dawn glow of the street as you shut the door behind himand slide the deadbolt in place, breathing a slow sigh of exhaustion as youturn to meet my gaze. I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1041145/ 9/3/12I keep staring at this ghostly, radiant angel, the subjectof a faded Rococo-era painting that hangs opposite the bed in my room. I keeppleading with her to remove this heavy pit from within my stomach, but eachtime I do, she remains motionless, gazing off at her neighbor in the next fram.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivineCloudNine/1040698/