http://slow.writerscafe.org/konkubine The original writings of author Courtney en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027326 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/489859/ Read each line separately, then together. They say different messages. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/446907/ A huddle of masksThough not too close for comfort.Three of onyx blackMatching each’s suit and tie.Simple affairs forUnmistakable solemnity.Then to the right,One of shimmer-red with black gemsLining where the arched brows should be.Above pouting lipsOutlined and painted of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/426558/ Long in the tooth,wise glassy almondsbriefly covered by cascading lashes--down and back up.Entangled branchesin the wiry, choppy mane.Bulging paunch.No sign of a ribunder tight hide.Arching back,yet a mount seems absurd...as if he would ever allow it anyway. It’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/426231/ Excuse my language :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/412617/              I know I had a condescending look on my face while she talked, and I know my classmates could see it, but I didn’t care.  We are adults, for God’s sake.  Grow up.The professor was showing my art class .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/412435/  Stripped of power by savages,pages ripped from my books.Velvet seat crushedand tossed to theglowing blaze.The smoke envelopes me,clouds my eyesuntil all is polluted.Disappearing picnicunder my palm,leaving me to starveand hear voices.A lost comfort to never return,onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/406235/  The fool covers his earsas he lowers the rusty neck,shattering colorful coral,sending sea life scrambling for their lives.He manhandles the last virgin shaleto keep his destroyer crushing'til there is nothing left todestroy.The shale is liquified thenheated for deliver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/406223/ How did he evolveinto the good-looking loveron the embossed five-inch coverwith one leg resting on a stone,bent at the knee,shiny cutlass slung at his side,conditioned hair flappingawaiting the readerwith his lustful eyes—majestic,from a rotting-toothed criminaldisloyal a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/406219/ collaboration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/399575/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/395169/ The beating beneath her bosomspeaks volumes; gives away her liesApprehension steps in,Causes her hesitant retreat,But I still hear the beat. In one revolution my eyesagain blinded; a slam and convex seat;cadence on cement;familiar rhythm approaches;knocking outside the doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/392377/ Longingly looking out through the pane,the rain has fallen, not another drip.A snip of a string from cloud to ground,yet bound am I to my leather seat.The pounding of precipitation lingers in my ears.I peer out at the new light with a grudge.The rain my reason for avoiding proffered hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/387158/  Stilhetto heelssharp as spikes,stabbing the hearts of fools at the bar.Solid redlike flowing blood,splatting on the pavement they trot on.Heads turn towardthe beat of her gait,demanding attention to her hips.But a single misstep,a drunken side stumblewill break her perfum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/387148/ Stuffed, stiff bodyfake claws protrude,lifeless ornamentpeering down from the mantle.Too toyish for a name,for entertainment only--a life not missed.Death for enjoyment,neck angled sick,Glass marble eyespeering down from the mantle--begging, haunting.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/387138/ doing a series of nature poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/385642/ fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/369881/  Lies disguised in white,the costume of the night.Angelic upon first sight,but look again and you just might,see through the blinding white. Those who deceive are near,Painted on smiles and false cheer,but soon midnight will bring a new year.As cracks in the paint begin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/360219/  Doze the feed store,Build a bank with a drive through.Grain silos ornamented,the town a Christmas tree.It will be chopped down too. Pave the roads,Builders feast on our crops.Once a cow pasture,now a cross of two highways,with a four way stop. Remodel the buil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/358477/ this sucks, but i'm trying to get back into the swing of poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/358311/ chapter 9 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/356838/ Chapter 8 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/356832/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/356827/ creative nonfiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/356597/ Written for my creative nonfiction class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/336773/  I used to go running.Put on my windshorts and go.Out the door and down the streetWind in my face. I thought about books,life and opportunities up ahead.The possibilities just around the cornerseemed endless. I thought about friends,what fun I would have that nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/335868/ wrote this about a year ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/319479/ I'm a senior in college (english major) and am taking Advanced Writing: The Essay. This was the first assignment and I'm turning it in soon. This is the rough draft...I know it's somewhat undeveloped, but I've already run over the word limit. PLEASE ed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/317678/ Home is where the heart is,so where is mine? From afar, a warm cozy house,but up close, a land mine. Home is where you run to,so where will I go? A temporary escape from looming dread,yet my spirits stay low. Forced to live this nomadic life - never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/316106/ Life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/316084/ This isn't the right choice;I don't know what I'm doingwarns an amplified voiceof this life I'm pursuing. My conscience screams each day;it puts me in a panic.Should've gone the other way;my mind remains frantic. Filled with constant worries of regret.It is simply too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/303536/ For Audrey and Dudesy-Paloodzy-Tom Squoodsy (the cat) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/302541/ Daughter of fire.Daughter of ice.The offspring of intellecteither way you toss the dice. The child of Adam.The child of Eve.A replica of those sins,but granted a reprieve. Descendant of violence.Descendant of grace,who will never againcome face to face. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273588/ There is a beaker-shaped jarsitting on the back corner of my kitchen bar.Day after day I gaze with determined intentmesmerized by its trapped content.The gases, blue, yellow, red and greenperpetually swirl, such a hypnotizing scene.Dreams of the day day I can pop the corkand chase the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273586/ Someday I'll be able to do something that great!I'm always envious of poetry about the divine;the outpour of passion, the sheer intensitythat goes into each and every beautiful line.I believe with all my heart in Him,but I wasn't so sure at first.Raised in church, shoved down my throat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273583/ The selfless things you do for me, I'll never understand.I'm used to begging, but with you I don't even have to ask.I can't believe I only met you five years ago;You've been more of a father to me than anyone has.I shook your hand on my eighteenth birthday;you stuck it out through the ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273582/ yep, this really happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273579/ The burdens you've appointed us,the pain that you've caused.Your coldness has frozen my heart,with no chance to let it thaw.Forgiveness I seek with longing eyesaround each prospective bend,out of selfishness and hope, I supposethat this wound can someday mend.When you leave us I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273577/  Being stretched on each side it seems.But my mind always prevails in these bouts;My head and heart on opposite teams,but I always follow the same route.I've been waiting for this all my life,these opportunities are few.I won't waste this genetic gift of drive.This is somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273576/  Nine to five,This is the lifeI prayed I’d never lead. Behind the computer I sit,Thoughts of the suicide I’ll commitJust to watch myself bleed. I’ve succumb to the daily stream,Been sucked into a dreaded routine,Feels like an evil sin.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273575/  Liberation sought with liquid,a drop to clear my mind.An attempted illusion of indifferenceThat is seen through every time. Your lenses pierce my careful construction,The only existing pair,The reason for my persistent perusal,The face-first failures I’m unable to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273568/  The first that was stolen,was when I was a child.The devil came to takeThe innocent yet wild. Thick forests and trees—My playground of choice.God’s creatures undisguised,Except the one with the voice. Black as night, he chose,While the midday sun s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273562/  You were my best friend,How could you do it?I obviously never knew youOr the things you were capable of. I wouldn’t have gone through itIf I’d have known how it’d all turn out.I would’ve left alone and let you fend for yourself,The way you did me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273556/  I held it inside.  I knew it coming, I said, so I was okay.  I went on normally.  I don’t let people see me sad, and I especially don’t cry.  It was inevitable.  There was nothing I could do, so I was okay, I said.  If it was brought up, I quickly mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273553/  You are the reason. You are the one that made me scared.You are why I am not afraid of anything.  You are the reason for my lies.You are why I must face the truth. You made me careful.You are the reason I don’t care.You made me emotionally unstable.Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273550/  Makeup, hair dryer, dresses - I didn't need them. The true definition of necessity, I carried on my back. This was the first step in my liberation.Defiance, the need to prove my strength and ability - I ignored their protests. This was something I had to do, and I had to do it alone.Not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273539/ The dreams are surreal.I lie in bed preparing for sleep. I traveled thousands of miles to lie in this bed. I worked so hard to travel those miles. Finally, here I am with a whole new world just outside my door.The dreams are luxurious.I walk the polished sidewalks, relieved of the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/konkubine/273537/