http://slow.writerscafe.org/rossdavison The original writings of author Ross Davison en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 dried crumble christmas tree laid on the curb for weeks, in snow rain chillleftfor the coronerwho nevercame just  carried her                                    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/690050/  when she speaks,her nose dips pulled toward pursed lip, she radiates late afternoon haze                              .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/243951/  rotten hissing,  whirling througheach fiberear rumbling goose bump.she pokes me with her cold,bad circulation, fingerheart pulsing soft and breakable the tissue,slips under the tips,scarred by the nail,bleached white by the prints oftrace,andallin one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/238548/ the mic has beer breath.rampant smoldering hips swingthe caustic rise   sweating the ampne(rves)eds more 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coat, silver loop earrings the tightred dresspraised your shoulders,  back, & hair line permeatedthe skin filled room. reading shoes off,the dance elegant wasfilling,more than each palate tender sauce,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236917/     for      justa   moment, there was aswimoonlitdrunkendancelaughing in snuggle the water warm limbstouch so gentle unexpectedtingle heat fleshdrip p i n gyour smile sweet,eyes flicker withshimmer kind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236912/  lemon grass and willowsshifting in your summerbreeze, all the times you sift my mind,are you ever coming back to me? days awake and hollowyour scent corrodes my heartinto a pool ofspilt beerwhile the fan justtwistsisolatedand silent do you ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236907/  bare ly e leven all bare foot inswamp             l a n d   s o f ve g i t a i on   an d   thorns  the dogs , the foot s t e p s, ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236904/  Patience m   a      k        e          s espresso, early morning sockswhite shirt off the thighs,shower heats upwhile she's humming. Patienc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236903/  what causes this malaise drag burnt sun sleepin bustle busy office (and after)when wind down couch the sky still and fadedquiet rustle swish of highway cars         ?proud of myself aspulling victim from inner fire(then you) Nomiss your f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236901/   it’scoming down now,hail white pellets failingdown the awning flow, both drips and stonesbouncing                off           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236837/  glowslow sipping the seawander the flickeringleaves through sunbeam shadesthe picnic shore smilein kodachrome tints of afternoonsas a childbig eyed the cicadas singgrasshopper huntingin the tall grass withfriends sandalsthe mud rises throughthe toestillmom cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236834/  street ssssssssshhhhhhby the car s s treet s weeper, predawn wafts of birdsscooping out of the park their darksilhouettes against the puddles surface, rippling in the drops. you are here, under my coat..warm and floating from under my sweater,draftin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236824/  it’s killing me, this nasty strangleholdof worship languid, you are lying                               to mes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236820/  pushed under the street lamps lumps,each callous dream bitterbites hands feeding her chocolatewhile they stare at her a*s, like it is a free buffet. I’m setting up the blackout shutters.I’m drawing the curtains before thefinal act clap, clap, clapping hoots.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236818/  help less romantic(i confess)films heart singendings in smile lite light rain soaked cobblestoneriver walk umbrella(h)serendipity(e)whisper love from slated rooftopand cotton candy stuffed toy prizes(l)take my hand touching soul warm, scent(p)lilacs in b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236517/   mouthwash on thehillside the spikes stick outand holdingthe cliff in onefell swoopi'm climbing and riding the crevassebarrenexcept for the lilacs in bloomor hyacinthsi am not sure, shesent me a message a week agoand i can't think of a reply,Yet, i feel her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236513/       inthisshadeof her limbs spreada c r o s s m y   c h e s tsun shine spots wiggling in slow dance,lemonade sweetened cool, the condensation dripcubes, lingering the surface, roll their crackle lilly pad blendin with each sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/236511/  rabbithas arifle,winchester,I think.hesmokes,like the barrel of hissoul,spitting shockwaved shrapnelwith chunks of chew,the cud seeps brownoooooze,              from frothing lips  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/132770/    vinaigrette morningin predawn dew,cricket swallows the chunk of my leftover words, last night phlegm exhaustion, crowding each strand of thought,s n i p p i n g them off before resolution. inhale deep the sliver fresh, the biting reality screw,graying b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/132764/  i was born today, all the smiles sipping soda,andcake sofluffE the way she hugs me, makes theoneblowout the candlessway the swervefeel every she steps on my toe, in the shuffle step  whileas a child,n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/98576/  sohot     inh      erem          ye           ye brows              .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/86089/  s ur p u p   n  ld  s  e  o  w    n    ,cascades the ri pp le soak,waves.etched vine weather wornstairs ofwindow box flowers,wild tea roses so sweetthey explode like fire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/85583/  fester       thisunattainablesore of beauty one        flash                 glance       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/85572/  ethereal onlineher spine is bent whip likeeach probing disconnected tumidprying her middle soulfrom mouth heated orifices. the promise of degradation fulfill, the will, broken, sold, and promised to bidders bent on achieving seething wiggle flesh, resting in recline until the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/74255/     there is static on all channels  the roof workers gone home  sally rides by in her carblasting Groovasaurussinging loudthe music warps away,and the, click click, click, of the clock swervesyou in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/53724/  Saline is sweating,profusely,bulging the eye sockets almost invisible,barely holding her eyesin     the doorHather is leaning     wounded,                .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/51058/        what if we are clouds? touchingmixing to join. some in strat streamline wispy and thin, the fluffy bask (sun)day, the crowds of gangsroll(in) and lightning strikes, the cool fog hugging close dew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/40691/  acetylene torches in her smolder,the grip clasps my skin, though my shirt,the cloth tourniquet Indian burns                              &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/34548/   un expectedheart heat and flushing.her eyes, the warm pool,her smile the rope swing. grinning grabbing thesunshine rays,between branches leafedpatterned glow, with one glimpse,the ride through the windbringsthe moment in airheldstill,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/32641/  Carl is 72.He smiles with a knowing grin, like he has heard and seen everything, from toothless w****s walking the dirt alleys of war, to beachfront castle type sunsets, all busting and blasting with purples and blues. He’s an old Rail man, a Switcher since retired, and he is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/32529/  “Hmmm………..well….it’s complicated.” looking into the eyes, the drift down to the floor, slow blink,breath inhale taken in 5,…6,…7,…8,….the chimes from the near bychurch,through the open wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/31813/  this (purple stenciled paisley) wallpaper is burning.like the stick match between my fingers she is warm andheated,angry at me for being,the hithertowrapped in swap goospitting shine and swinging under the branchthat the ultra-blind (conservatives) call .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/27678/  hol lowagain. i’m home (hol low)again. this house is emptyhol low, cool, walls, their echorattles my ribsshaking my throat collapse(d),onto the couch. all the days (worries), left here,crying,loosing yourpresence,hurt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/22537/  in the dis    tance, across darted black- grey spaced lighted limbs of darkened bark, blended on the temperature’s change surfaces, the tingling (metal, ball on bell) undulates within ear shot. the light sparkling, tin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/21512/   this (mourn)ingi stirredby the flash(light)ingilluminating,awakened,to mydark(drunk and bleary)ness.wrigglingin my seatpressed handsand watching them searchingfor mytruenature) of the BEAST! this morni’m illto mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/20209/    it’s Saturday night night night light a nd the height of sipping swallow drink is loosening my tie/ lips so dry the heat high, stoned and trying to for get why i missed my son’s christening the road mans blues is thank y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/19414/  when iwas ybut,a oungchilditortured a delicatescared hamsteruntilshe, wasn’tafraid ofme.ashamed, fearing god , the spindle so deep and twist the knife with catholis….. the republican’staught me,i was just a boy,learn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/17977/  up(s   t      a          i              rs)2nd floor she’s vacuuming, again.wearing (heels), non-the less. Gnos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/14643/  i was playingthis up right piano. the ringing true the reverb one, pedal right,vibrating , and the slight      off      tune gives it the harmonizing oldsmokey saloon depth. i met this woman,once,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/13164/  Am i ( see you )            so similar.                              &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/8235/  Sipping st. LA   and the people ooze through each other off the etched balconies.   Floating                         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/8226/  r  a  b  i  d    d  o  g  frothing  gums and blank stare the panting     humid       awake, snapping at       flies fleas, barking chain pulled into my rubbed raw and re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/5798/  Swam against the driftyou missed,loving in mellow,kind, caring, rock your socksoul offthe chart, grin it happyand dancing, with hands on your hipsas you, being the intent devotion,unlimited,and you, assisted,warm hungry hugs, forgiving.tumescent rock hard and pulling at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rossdavison/3645/