http://slow.writerscafe.org/jasoncrane The original writings of author JC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976112 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 women,passionate, social angels...together they smile and dance,joyous cherubim...men,practical, brotherly angels...together we drink and laugh,hearty and strong...we grow older,us men,and through hardship and worryour laughter ceases,hearts grow cold...those who were brothersare now betrayers and c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/2841478/ AfghanistanShould have given me Many things to write about.Instead, now everything seemsSo trivial comparatively.I long for those naive daysOf a naive boy who lookedAt everything in the world withWondrous intrigue.. A dark cold envelopes me,Sympathy becomes suspicion....Frozen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/2779749/ The soul of humanityIs crying out for Some real love, Eyes to eyes,Limbs around limbs,Hearts in synchronicityWith one another...Our screams glow With wondrous effervescence,White eyes fade,Darkened circles andSallow skin....I see your pictures and You're always aloneI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/2779748/ The weekends are overBefore they startAnd I'm just as tired by Monday.The weeks moan and droneAnd drag along without change,A skipping record playing the Same monotonous tuneAgain and again.I haven't the will or the courageTo jump into the fray, Even as my spirit screams it's wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/2779747/ Invite me over andI'll drink faster,Get drunk quickerAnd pass out earlier...But I'll also wake up earlierAnd steal some of your weed . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/2779746/ We start out into theNostalgic night of our youth,My old friend and I,Popping beer cansTo ease the light conversationInto deeper waters.Everywhere we lookMemories flood ourOld brains with theDelightful anarchyOf our child selves.My best oldest friendLives now in a cageOf lifeChildrenThe sorrowful co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1967976/ I just want someoneThat I still long to Be with after I cum...When the animal desire,The wolfish predator dies,And reality lays between us,Stark and naked as we...I want no hesitationIn my wanting to stillHold your flesh against my own,That deep romance thatEven two sweatySticky bodiesCannot de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1967969/ The cafe smells of stale sweat and mold. Mist rises from Bills wet overcoat and fedora as he sips weak coffee loaded with sugar. No one in the cafe talks or looks at each other. It is silent except for the hiss of frying foods, the clinking of dishes and pans and the patter of rain against the windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1934847/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 10); }P.western { font-family: "Liberation Serif",serif; font-size: 12pt; }P.cjk { font-family: "WenQuanYi Micro Hei"; font-size: 12pt; }P.ctl { font-family: "Lohit Hindi"; font-size: 12pt; }WheneverRose walks past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1934546/ The .38 feels so heavy in his pocket. It pulls one side of his trench coat lower than the other side, and bangs against his thigh with each stride. The sidewalk reeks of the night and its twitching hustling inhabitants. An obese man is slumped in the darkness of a doorway. His clothes are covered in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1934454/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 10); }P.western { font-family: "Liberation Serif",serif; font-size: 12pt; }P.cjk { font-family: "WenQuanYi Micro Hei"; font-size: 12pt; }P.ctl { font-family: "Lohit Hindi"; font-size: 12pt; }Billwakes up to the din.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1934196/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 10); }P.western { font-family: "Liberation Serif",serif; font-size: 12pt; }P.cjk { font-family: "WenQuanYi Micro Hei"; font-size: 12pt; }P.ctl { font-family: "Lohit Hindi"; font-size: 12pt; } A stream of blood swi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1933916/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 10); }P.western { font-family: "Liberation Serif",serif; font-size: 12pt; }P.cjk { font-family: "WenQuanYi Micro Hei"; font-size: 12pt; }P.ctl { font-family: "Lohit Hindi"; font-size: 12pt; }Thebullets feel c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1933914/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1933913/ I walk the streetslike a handcaressing curvesand marvel at theedges of architectural beauty surrounding me...see me?your energy knocksmy footing off and I teeter...you probably thoughtI was drunk or weakas I stumbled past youyou'd be right in both cases...you're beautiful too...so f*****g .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1890347/ Dark bangs frame herBuddha soulAn enviable smileHolds me in a trance,She is my hypnotic snake charmerAnd I am the viper wanting nothing morethan to sink my fangsinto her milky fleshI see the draw to darknessThat willingly stains her soulI'll bring you down into the depthslet that poison sink in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1764916/ p { margin-bottom: 0in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); }p.western { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; }a:visited { color: rgb(128.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1745323/ p { margin-bottom: 0in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); }p.western { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; }a:visited { color: rgb(128.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1745311/ I drank a lot in 2007... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1745068/ p { margin-bottom: 0in; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); }p.western { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 36pt; }p.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; }a:visited { color: rgb(128.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1743960/ again those dots...damn Celine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1743953/ taken from a collection I was working on in 2007 where I'd get drunk/high and stream of consciousness this mother. I might start this up again and finish it. Just gotta wait for my wine to clear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1743945/ p { margin-bottom: 0cm; direction: ltr; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); }p.western { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; }p.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; }p.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1737189/ I used to have definitive tastes and definitive ideals of romanticized desires, like some bohemian utopia spinning records and drinking rum in the day time with a wander lust girl that only wanted to wander with me and me alone kind of daydream...but now...not a clue really. As a young artist I live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1734774/ A skeletal roseGently chokes herDelicate neck,Her mouthLike a breathless angelGasping for rough passionAnd all her wordless desiresBecome the silk of her fleshShe is every beautiful thingEver createdShe is every desire I ever hadAnd she is the chaotic downfallI willingly leap to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1734060/ I own you because I have to have you. I am selfish and greedy for you. I own you because every cell in my being Is attuned to your flirtatious submission. I own you because your a*s is in the air As you stare back at me with passionate contempt, A snarl and a lick like the animal you are That stirs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1729496/ Sometimes the words are ephemeral, Fleeting or unformedI take in your ethereal body,Each line and curve And delicate protuberance Leaving me without thoughtI live in awe and wolfish desire To crawl up your flesh And take that perfectly hard n****e Between my ravenous teeth... It is but one sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1729466/ I feel more thinking of you, Stranger, than I do most. I'm a bit of a sociopath, But with you I'm more thanthat. There's no greater joy Than having all my violence And perversions accepted. Not only do you accept myinsanities But you add greater .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1728862/ The snow is coming down, Making me squint at a time I'd like them to be wide open, Observing the beauty of this winter night. In the distance, A lone red light swaysIn the center of a crossroads, The wind orchestrating A kind of maniacal symphony, Making the tree branches Seem like the limbs of luna.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1727117/ A gust of wind swirls sand into a devilPushing forcefully into the windowsOf our beat up truckI cough and sneeze and laugh atThe absurdity of my life as we pullUp to the ANA gateTom offers water to a group ofANA and ANP and they crowdOur windows as quickly as Begging children, Their hands darting ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1712563/ Beer house http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1615777/ if you ever knew how truly alone I was,surrounded by anever increasing clutterof empty beer cansand fruit flies,you might think twice...I wake up thinkingit's late enoughto start drinking,because what else do I have?Some poetrysome longingand a few photographsto keep me companyand sate these desires.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1559184/ sometimes I want to preachbut stop myself,sometimes I preachand I regret itbut when I do something,when I take action,there is no needfor hesitation or regret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1552324/ 8:43pm Pacific mountain timeand I'm on my last beerof six and trying to sip it real slow...savour that s**t man...it's the last one...the buzz will slowly ebb from thispoint on...Some sort of winged insect,like a sand flybut I ain'tnear no sand,lands on my armand I'm thinking...burrow in there f****.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1547223/ The pop star hits the stage,a heartfelt, melodic tunewith lyrics of pain and angerat the state of the world,how people struggle and strivejust to stay alive...You feel it,you're brought to tearsand you wonder whywe all don't justdo the common sense thingbut the pop star gave you no answers,just reel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1538674/ I'm picturing you nowin a rural field oftall grasses,the sun shining downon your golden smileYour hair is full of twigsyour eyes full of joyand your heart bursting with adventureI'm picturing you each dayas I walk these wildlonely city streetsmissing your exuberance  your love of life and howyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1532712/ the maddened mindhas heart to wanderheels on fireand a soul that burnsand yearnsto greet always a new dawnwith each awakening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1513141/ Another lonely night,another holiday spent listening to tuneswriting poemsand listening to everyone else outside having fun...This yearI am not full of rum and drugs,I am not fullof depressed rage,throwing an emptybottle at the wallof a s****y apartmenton the verge of franti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1460940/ The closer I get to deaththe more beauty I see in the world,in women especially...I will trace your curvesin my mind,become maddenedby the way your foot archesor how your leg flexeswhen you stand on your toesto reach into a cupboard....The closer I get to deaththe more I am convincedwomen are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1459104/ I sit in bars andpassenger seatsrestaurants andliving rooms,listening to miseryfrom my friendsand I always say thesame thing..."You cannot handle the guilt that comes with living for youand you alone..."You have one life...mortality is real...there is nothing beyond this...live....&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1458771/ Someone will suffer for my actions...whether it is them,or whether it is me,negates my decision to do the thingsthat I guess I shouldbe doing....I have felt much guilt in lifefor being mefor the roads I choose to walk down and allthe people I chooseto leave behind....I have also felt an im.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1456202/ I see your skin,pale and smoothlike a flower bloomfrom satin,and I crave itin an animalistic way...I want to freeze timeso that I may pierceevery inch of yourbody with my intentful gaze...a vessel that holds tastesbeyond the mind,that only Godswould truly know...everythingthat is youand of youfills .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1439117/ Most don't know your power,they are not aware enoughto know the immensity of your mindyour imagination,your needs and desires...Most don't knowhow lucky they arefor you to choose them,they don't realize the giftyou give themand how they should feel grateful for eventhe shortest time with you...I app.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1438190/ In a worldly sense, us westerners are like royaltyliving in a kingly bubble,we criticize and make assumptionson how things should be donewith utopian eyes andscenes of moral gloryand smiling faces....we fail to realize that life is dirtycomplicatedand corrupt....you visited a third world country and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1432844/ Iam not important enough in the grand scheme of things to change the worlddrastically, to alter the form of politics or society. All I can do, or want todo, is live this life as free as I can, as a shadowed pirate skirting the edgesof light and darkness, non-participatory and opportunist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1432360/ I want to bend you over and worship your legs and your a*s,feeling, caressing, spanking, tasting...spread your legs and finally taste howsweet your hot wet p***y is...I can taste it now.... I want to see your backarch and pull your head back by your hair as I slide inside you...I want to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1431374/ I often wonder what is on the minds of others, if they feel the same pull towards a darker reality, the breath of mortality on the nape of our necks a constant reminder to feel everything life has to offer...I want to know you, not in a polite social way, I want to really know you, every dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1427449/ October30 2007 It’sonly my second week back from vacation, and already I dread each day I wake upfor work. I wonder if stigmatizing myself with this lonesome job indefinitelydamaged my social ability. I’ve fallen into a hol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1398380/ October3 2007 Ican only squeeze out a small fraction of thought into my writing as of yet. ButI feel, sense, drown in the swirl of words, thoughts and ideas that coursethrough me each and every day. I have an endless amount of pages to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1397367/ Woman,With your joyousnessAnd your smiles,The way you dance through natureAnd nature moves through you,You are of the earthAnd the earth of you Woman,Take pity on the manWho exists starklyAnd laboriously,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jasoncrane/1397361/