http://slow.writerscafe.org/gavin The original writings of author gavin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776120008 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i am the microcosm of sond and silence.i am the beat of the goatskin.the ping ting of the kalimba.the hummmm beeeeee of the tribe of motherland roots.incense swings in the censers illuminated by colored lights of rose windows and the robes ahhhhhh ah ahhh ahh ba.bell bell pot bell pot bell.i am th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavin/205754/ crossing my holy anointed forehead,yawheh in my legs walking toward the orwellian pillars.the stars of the camps haunt me.barbed wire gunshots ,stay away from the poison showers and the white robesid rather take the giant hole in the groundthe worlds gone crazyive gone crazythe brazilian p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavin/205753/  i baptize myself.i baptize in the rusty steel garters and forgotten facades of carved names and the faded paint and rotting wood.i baptize in the holy fire of wordsi baptize in the power of the punk & the beat of the beats and the hip of the napsi baptize with Yeshua, Yaweh, and Si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavin/205752/ white houses appear like clotheslines along the roadim the farmland growjesus looks at me through a glowing cross window.magdeline in his armsa brother smilesto small town trainyards just waiting to be vandalisedim a dharmabum in ohio wanting to kiss anonymous boys  and spray endless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavin/205750/ need i say more? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gavin/205747/