http://slow.writerscafe.org/zig The original writings of author zig en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033719 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 warning these true stories are based on loose lips, unshaved charactersscriptures translated from crop circles, fast food menusall the stuff stuck to the bottom of my shoetrue story every time i buy new shoes i have to learn to walk againgiggle and gimbal, stumble over curbs, each foot a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/1515262/   neighbor dave rakes his lawn from left to right, he combsthe taller grasses over the thinner spots, plucks nose hairs from the rosebushes, screams at the daffodils like disobedient stepchildren (if you won’tshape the shape i shape, you’re just another weed i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/839342/   poem,july 1999 hislimestone lips are stained fromsome colossal nasal dripperhaps a coldor a sinus infectiontheheadaches he must suffer thunderclapsand lightning strikespoor georgestuckout here in the weatherwithoutso much as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/827974/ for emily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/824112/ first draft, still very rough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/814566/ i’m posting this in honor of my young friends down at the occupy denver protest, wishing them much spirit and strength (for erin, dave, and hawk) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/814565/ oh hells bells! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/808187/ final draft... i think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/807137/ second draft, re-posted as requested by emily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/805630/ first draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/803691/      she's a lovely cold sculpture,marble nude with her head cut off,a sexartwar reality keeps the rattlesnake that bit her in apeanut butter jar,like voodoo she's a painting of a painting, a revlon reproduction- venuson the half-shell,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/798738/   ask the man with the time bomb tattoo if lightning knocks onhis door at four a.m., to the sad sighs of neighbors landlordsgirlfriends, even the crickets get scared refuse to score soundtracks, aslightning strikes and strikes and strikes   a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/797679/ for e j wallace’s monthly haiku contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/792689/ for e j wallace’s monthly haiku contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/792688/ for e j wallace’s monthly haiku contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/792687/ yep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/792287/ second draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/791555/ second draft - still not quite there yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/787803/ for "kerry's sunday challenge #3" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/744281/   let’spretend the world isn’t moving and we never changedlet’sgo back to elk creek tavernwe rescued that dive once,ten or more years past                   &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/739403/    bring us your recyclable: cans bottles tires newspapersleftoverchildren, beautifully beaten begotten childrenoffensive defensive catatonic would-be murderers dopersw****srapists homeless insane empty unthinkable whatever  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/739373/    the bed hurts my backthe sofa cramps my neck, the floor is much too cold to crash on smoke filters thru a windowrust drips from afaucet above, jet planessplit the sky the old man downthe streetbeats his dog with a radiator ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/738189/                january   she sits and stirs a silent anger, trapped tight insidedespair and drywall and brand new bedroom curtains, never roams beyond therange of the remote, the dishwasher, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/734963/   ibelieve in frictiongravityandstatic  ibelieve in the almighty godallahbuddhasatanrulerof the universe, who sometimes angryoverbearing,foolish and insanely boredstilllooks down and smiles upon a) children b) dogs c)baseba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/733283/   ask the man with the time bomb tattoo if lightning knocks on his door at four a.m.to the sad sighs of neighbors landlords girlfriends even the crickets get scared refuse to score soundtracks as lightning strikes and strikes and strikes and strikes   ask him if but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/726432/    a neon disaster, all these rhinestones scatteredacross the street                                  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/726410/ repost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/717854/ bless’d are the graffiti artists  bless’d are the street poets, canary kids always tasting theatmospherethe undergods of underdogsillegal artists caught in the gleaming glory of policespotlightsrecording history in black and purple block letters every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/713653/    a dozen silhouettes gather on the crest of a hill at sunset to say goodbye to a friend - means nothing the flickering of television boredom   a bonfire in the rain  the dog-less dog collar in the left turn lane nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/707735/    the painter stands with his back to the street, canvasclean, palette in hand, eyes completely closed, he will paint this day purelyon sense of vibration the brush makes a brushing sound, blue beads run down dripoff the edge, trip over the curb, streets fill w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/706128/    i am  manmade man, titanic oil rig, titanium drill bit,hands like two pit bulls barking at purple flowers,still exploding at my extremes, still learning how to double-stack my disasters   i am the question mark at the end of a riddle,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/695806/  this world being mostly                        round                     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/695799/    an army of poems marched out my doorset out to conquer something i guessi don’t know, i lost contactthey never followed orders anyway i threw away a dozen pencilsall brand new, freshly sharpened and never used, i set them freeto find god or whatever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/693860/ buy me a sweatshirt with the word “staff” writtenin big white letters across the chest and back                              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/675260/   summer                      (i fished with my grandfather on sage creek, he showed me how to hook a grasshopper so it would swim in the water, waged war on rusted fords with cousi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/675248/ so this moth sits on the back of my hand, examining my substanceand the circumference of all things                                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/661836/  left handed smoke shifterright handed flame-thrower sucksucksucklikemadhold - gag - chokescraping up the rough stuffresin balls and pocket lint,  tar baby under-handed brain burnerbeautiful migrainetimeless cloud formationsthese ticklish veinsfilled with inter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/657303/   monsters in the parasolan avant-garden partywe dress appropriately sombrero, sunglasses, black tiestraightjackets and snowshoeseverybody laughedeverybody criedanybody who was anybody rode shotgun in the caravan a guilt trip across 7 statesof denial  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/656431/     more than once less than unnaturalpassionshe came to my dooralone againhalf emptyhalf unbuttonedblack satin blousepink lace push-up brawith some winein a wicker bottleand said:i was just thinking aboutyour sofa    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/655034/ re-post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zig/643935/