http://slow.writerscafe.org/slavegirl16043 The original writings of author Lindsay Lukens en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a darkly erotic piece about lust, ink, and blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/279401/ This is a memory of circling the DQ with my boyfriend, of doing yoga, and frustation at Starbucks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/277012/ This is my take on upper middle class suberbia... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/276990/ A slightly brutal sex poem about desperation in the moment. MILDLY erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/270054/ This is about being separated from my love, my Master. Erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254674/ Its about free love, sort of; what its really about is how what goes on in our minds is so different than what we say. Mildly erotic. It may not sound like much, but give it a shot - you might be surprised... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254673/ This is not a happy poem. If you're looking for sunshine and daisies, go somewhere else. This is a little heavy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254669/ Short poem about something obvious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254664/ When I fell in love with my Tiger-Man I was living with another man. I used to spend all night with my Tiger and tiptoe out in the predawn. This is that story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254662/ This is another one of those experamental protest poemsI used to write. Just imagine me: crazy wild girl in a conservative baptist school. You'd protest too... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254661/ This is the predicessor to 'Any Epiphany After...' He said I'd always be his angel, and no one had called me that since the noght my best friend died. Tried to sort of marry the two experiences in three stanzas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254660/ Its the story of my date with my 'brother' and all-time favorite person when I took him out for his birthday. We were always playing boyfriend and girlfriend, and this is a wonderful memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254657/ This is not a happy poem. Its not the MOST disturbing, but I think its beautiful anyway...of course I'm biased... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254653/ Another poem about love and trees. Its about the one I fell so hard for and inspired me so, so much... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254651/ I know we like to title our poems with first lines, so I switched it up and titled this with the last line! Its not really THAT depressing...and I'm sure its in some sort of formal style, I just can't figgure out what it is right now... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254649/ While technically this is an object poem, that's really just a nice way of classifying another song of worship to my Tiger... This is erotic if you get the joke... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254647/ Another oldie but goodie. This is a really sardonic look a politics and society. Funny I guess... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254646/ This is AT LEAST ten years old... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254645/ I've had this idea forever about a group of friends driving across country to see the ocean for the first time. This is sort of like the beginning and end. Its not ANYWHERE close to being complete, I'm just looking for some openions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254643/ I like to consider myself a 'hopefull' romantic. Being such I really enjoy Valentine's Day (sappy, I know). Anyway, last year my heart was in a zillion tiny pieces and all I wanted was for the one I loved to acknowledge me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254639/ Its an object poem. Its a snapshot, a single instant in time riding in the backseat on the expressway in the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254636/ It seems like all my haikus are about rain and tears... I don't know, it just works for me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254635/ This is a funny poem unless you actually know me and know that when I get depressed I acually do lay on the floor and watch QVC... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254633/ This is the moment a great affair suddenly ended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254632/ Its an absurdist peice somewhere between Rozencrantz and Godot. Inspired by Ode to a Nightengale by Keats. More of a scene than a play... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254631/ This is a moderately experamental 'shape' poem. I'm interested in seeing how it translates into this little box we're given... Its about the search for meaning, happiness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254629/ Another love-ish poem. This, like so many others, is about how love dies so often not with a bang, but, well...you know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254627/ This is more of a thought than an actual poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254626/ This is an old poem that I've recently started playing with again. I'd like to make it more consistantly sylabic, even though its pretty regular as is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254625/ This is a nature poem in stanzas. Its set on the campus of the school in Millidgeville just after a storm on a spring afternoon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254624/ This is another love poem. A slave declaring her love for her Master in the only metaphorical way she knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254266/ The title says it all. Written after a workshop with the writer in my intermediate creative writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254265/ This is my ode to the tree... I went through this phase a few years ago where I was obsessed with trees. I wrote several poems about it and incorporsted them into my stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254262/ Thin, pretty, sexy, whatever you want to call it, this is a satirical look at the way feminine beauty is percieved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254260/ Another worship poem for my love. May not be finished, though... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254258/ Like most things I write, this is about sex and love. This is the beginning of what could be a great poem, I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254255/ After a separation, I see my Tiger once more. Mildly erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254241/ An ode to my obsession with my lover. Mildly erotic, I suppose... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254240/ A poem I wrote durring my first stimt in the psych hospital. Mildly erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254238/ This is a sex poem. Somewhat graphic. Incidentally, a true story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254236/ My Tiger gives me what I need one night. Erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254235/ The tittle pretty much says it all. Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254234/ Another poem for my Tiger-God, mildly erotic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254232/ One night my Tiger-God and I stayed up all night. This is what I saw... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254231/ A love poem for my Master. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254230/ Here, I am torn between lovers. The first accuses me. It is the second I choose as my God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254229/ Mildly erotic. This is about my Tiger-God... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254227/ A villinelle, the only I've ever attempted. All I can say is Elizabeth Bispop - you are AMAZING! This is the story of a great love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254223/ HUGELY experamental. Part of the protest style poetry I wrote while being oppressed at a Christian school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254221/ Another mildly existential poem. I walked in the rain one day, alone, and to my left a blackbird flew against the wind. She was standing still... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/slavegirl16043/254219/