http://slow.writerscafe.org/erin-cilberto The original writings of author jacob erin-cilberto en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925684 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 IdeasBlossoming into Black Roses  foragingin unearthly realmsIfind unformed lines of poetrywaitingfor a touch of geniustoexpose them to the light butwhen there is onlyaverageintellectandshort-changed rhymeperhapsthe lines&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3131692/ An Overedited Copy of the Manuscripti am a rewritea revisionan author of a lifepages fadingplot thinningpoetry is my faitha pen is my rosaryi refuse AIi have to do it on my owneven if the words start running from mei will forever chasedreams and themesand schemesas they turn into booksa published li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3131087/ I rarely do prompts. But this was for Quill and Parchment poetry journal. Had to use the italicized line within the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3131017/ AModern King George III and His Unhinged Band of Outlaws   coronationsin every townnotattendedbutsigns against the rulelikea possechasinga criminal with wanted postersdisplayed akingdom splayed thealibisfold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130781/ Imagined Conversation   spasmodicplausibilityweinadvertently touchedinthe slightest nowI love you forevereventhough wenever even said "hello."   3/22/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130593/ Whenthe Bad Angel is the Bartender   Heavenis a dry countyreligionhas been drunk past capacity spilledholy waternoicejustthe cold feeling of sin ilook for a bar that is openandserves Catholic cocktailslike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130591/ Taps  thewoodpeckers play their tunesKnockknock knocking on Heaven's Doortheirred heads pounding wooddrillinginto political madness andwe shut our earstheyleave holeswhereminds should matterlisten theirbeaks wear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130361/ Exposure   fireflyscutterbythestem alightinthe betweenloveand war it'sall a boreflashingpowernoplan andsoon all of the flowerswillbe extinctandthere will benoplace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130136/ Bloodlines and Scavengersintrepid lakeswells its banksthe piranhas feedon lack of resolveminnows are the childrenswimming free of decaybut they will growand the piranhas will be watching.erin-cilberto3/19/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3130018/ Dreamsof Being Frost  lovepoemswrittenon loose leafturnin autumntorust red prose abinder in disarraycreativityfrees itselfawinter of bad writing occurstherhyme a crying shame thepoet sits on a collapsing park.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3129952/ Interview for the Next Positionanother movieanother cigarettelit like a last year of existencethe ashes left restingin a clear green lakebooks stackedlike predestined storiesread and unreadbook marked and dog earedlike mematter still matteringin some heartswoven into the fabricof a life I livedby no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3129146/ TwoSenryu   daysend in smoke filled citiesdebrisof livestheworld is a landfill ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  onemore inch to scaleona map of conquesttheexecutioner smiles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3129134/ theravens huddle   lightningsays"Iwill crack your fortress in two" thunderrises in speechesofbraggadocio thebranches on the grounddead avoice harmonizeswitha cold heart lightningtries.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3128787/ Followingin Footsteps shoeshineboypolishedmy dad'sFlorsheim’s,justfiguratively,fora period of timespiton them with rebelliontoreup the insoleshidthe laces thencame to an agreementwithmy sense of appreciationbeing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3128450/ dedicated to my NY Publisher who published 6 of my books with Water Forest Press. She was a gem and supported so many poets with unending energy and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3128164/ Holdingon to Shoes and a Lost Daisy  imaginingthe footprints of a lifedisappearinginto a bleak sunsetsomany smiles in remembrancebutonly a sullen mask for show weloved oncewithsuch aggressionwewere turned inside outbutthe f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3127468/ a Monday Hush  Listento the sound of contentmentitis a still-life visionlovein a vase of subtle bloomquietlyextending its petalstowardsthe heartthathas a green thumb.  erin-cilberto2/9/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3127460/ the Dancelove is more thana box of chocolatesin a heart shapeor a dozen rosesthat entertainand then die on the stagelove is more thanpromisesand dreamslove is what survivesremainsand then one day reminds usof what wasand what isjust with a different flavor and bloombut stillin a heart shape.eri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126991/ Here, There and Everywhere (AI Version)I am an AI poetwriting about the digital womanmy circuits found wildly intriguingI almost shorted outover heralmost used first personto describe my feelingsinstead of thirdused adjectives I didn't even knowI knewmy vocabulary inventivethe words infused into my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126987/ Inspired by Cherrie's "Alluded"-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126344/ Words Turned Graymy poems are losing their balancefalling down the stairsof intellectionjust simple criesfrom the crib, notof predilectionbut inclinationto squander their wortha head full of tumbling wordslands at the bottomof his linesthe ending adjacentto his fouled purposewhich actuallynever exis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126182/ a certain god's predestination (for Bukowski)the disciples weptat his tombthe poet's nameresurrected in barsstones of aggressionmoved with poetic strifeand kind wordswallowed from a beer mugcomes out the other endwith an abusive responseto lifeugly poetry belovedthe tortured artisthis name tattooeda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126181/ a small repair   ifind the deep whitebeautifulbutalarmingwheredid the roads go?whereis my life's journey?undershovelfuls of repentancemyheart stretches to the limit ishovel harderbutthe white is too deepmy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3126068/ thecrayon adapts  isaw the thawbutfelt the ice increaseinthe lines on your face  ishivereddeepin my heartthencolored outside those lines  erin-cilberto1/31/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3125815/ IrishSpring   dad,withhis Irish Spring scenttalkingto me so seriouslyaboutlifegrowingupresponsibilityandtaking care of things preparefor this, prepare for thatalwaysthink one step ahead andhere I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3125444/ unblessed   acold blade of grasswithwhite on its faceshiversand wavesatmy back dooraskingto be loved.   erin-cilberto12/31/25 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3125185/ RemoveBoots at the Door  herfrigid demeanor isslowly meltinglikethe white gatheringoutsidemy door weused to love oncebutstormed voices rosefeelingsbanishedweare trying to dig out fromunder snow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3125184/ ForA.P.---  excuseme while I brandishmycell phone and shootpicturesof law enforcement itis certainly loadedandI can feel the bulletsshootingfilm letme help this woman to her feetNowif that is common courtesycal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3125146/ Storm of Validityi drifted like a white flurricanei read my book of poemsas i spread across the plainsthe Midwest and spurned the east coasti created a blizzard of conjoining themesdashed off a few strikes of cold lightningas the pages shoveled off peculiar vocabularya poet's banedrifting like a flu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124775/ Senryu# 1003  belowzero sentimenticyindex points to exitlockclicks  erin-cilberto1/21/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124773/ Senryu# 1002 screamingwoman smilesacceleratorjeeringshotsaccumulate  erin-cilberto1/21/26 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124772/ senryu #1001the coldest sunreigns in my heartlike dethroned royaltyerin-cilberto1/21/26  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124675/ a new bottle for my bagi am not a bumi retort as people pass by meshaking their headsat my shamei am not a bumi retort as i steal a swigfrom my paper sackand the bottle neck that protrudesfrom my shamei am not a bumbut thanks for the five-spotit will help me to just misstep towards the din.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124515/ IsThinking Really the Best Way to Travel?  there'sa fine linebetweenfinelines asplit-second decisionsplitsour attentiondownthe middle secondsdon't splitobliginglyfinelines don'tfeel very finein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124298/ ABarometer of Questions  iam just a dotonGod's mapbeliefis a cirrus cloudstrappinga gargantuan skydissipatingthen coming back together floatinganonymouslyanunknown tryingtofind a state of understandingthereis such wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124280/ Greta in Printstaring at a photoenthralled by the untamed beautyof Garbothe challenging natureof her gazeshe is like an actressstaring at a photo of usand approaching a wordbut then remaining silentin her mysterious statedaring the publicto trespassknowing she possessesa starethat flows with el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124230/ Structures  iam from the barren concreteofthe cityfive-yearsold lookingup at Godicould not see the topsofour skyscraper villageofstone ghoststoweringoverhead igot older but the ghosts never disappearedtheyloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124176/ Guest of Honorhis arms rest wearily on the daishis mouth more wearya tongue tired of treadingthe same groundit has walked milesspoken a forked languageat dinner tableswhere he sits at the headhis head weary from all the praisethat comes froma tongue tired of treadingtiradesthe dais breakshis tongue .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3124073/ Mad Scientists and Titanic Dreamers  (a couple lines borrowed from Steppenwolf's "Monster")America, sweet land of fires, bullets, angry chantspolitical rantsAmerica, the land I lovetears, poison rhetoric, rebellion"America, where are you now?"everywhere but herewe spread ourselves thinbein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123657/ unraveling,unreveling, unrevealing  iam endlessly editingmypoems and my lifespillingmisspellings3am writhing, writingscribbling,scrawlingpunctuationbe damnedfoolingthe spell checker witha constant barrage oflicense.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123623/ CardinalsAshamed iam trying to write a love poembutthe sky is too orangetheblue is bleedingona city streetwithtwisted metalandmedals given to thosebravefolksclearingthe streetsoflifeandlegitimateAmericanswhoare also.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123409/ The Second Acta left-wing radical poetwas killed yesterdayone whose soft versecried out for peace and freedomone who used her penas a weaponsuddenlyused her car?someone's engine is misfiringseveral someones have a low batteryof tolerancedirty windshieldscausing them misdirectionas they drive the cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123408/ Goodwillto Men (a thrift store leadership)  inbed with Big Oilthespill worsensducksdie in the slimeanEagle flies over fifty statesofgrayweare all slavestheunion of respectbrokenlovehas seceded CivilWarbecomesa s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123355/ In Bed with the Black and Reda toolbox full of threatsthe power of the hammernot carefully inserting the nailbut smacking it so hardit loses shapeloses confidencesuccumbs whimperingunable to save faceour carpenterdoesn't buildhe destroyshe maneuvers his wrecking balland knocks down wallsWhile buildi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123222/ Paradise Founda leaf crawled along my sidewalklooking for love in windy cavernsturbulent kisses as other leaves pass byit floats and spins in dizzying fashionmuch like love iswhen humans fall from the tree of reasonAdam and Eve had something with their treewarnings unheededknowledge pursued daring t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3123182/ anauthor outdated I amthe forbidden chapterofthe life you never finishedjusta few more pagescouldhave given us the closureweneeded to move on butyou dog-eared a pageandleft the book to gather dustthecover art fadinglikea photo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3122567/ Next Doori saw a rose broken off of its stemand felt complacentto be adjacent to a family of themand placed on firm arrangementlove is a rose I heardthese people consistently bloomin unisonand my cohesion with sanityis attachedto their plot in the garden I may make it my own one day.erin-cilber.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3122566/ a jacket of nostalgia and fallen angelsthe landscape is sterileautumn leaves a vast ennuia Pendleton ladyonce stood in her golden maple gloryshe is gone nowfootprints by the treea couple fallen eyelashes60 year union with its patch of lawnan unaccustomed notchin the history of a yarda view of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3122248/ just remindersexpenditures to worthaccessories to beingI am a mythological lovertouching skinis numbpassion a rising flingjust remindersonce there was a loverin the genesbut now the jeanslie on the floornext to the unmade bedthat the unmade loverslept in when there weren'tjust reminders.erin-cilbert.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3122093/ creepingin keeping with a poem   mypoems come from the outsidewindowdressingdisplaysheartlong gonethisbard's hard love life leaking theoilofembroilmentscratchingthe surface of deeply laden sentimentIreally don'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/erin-cilberto/3121881/