http://slow.writerscafe.org/vlazuvius The original writings of author Vlazuvius en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041488 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A personal essay written about the photographs of Kendall Nelson and her book Gathering Remnants. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/966415/ TVs loom above the produce aisle, spoiling all the lettuce, let us be, let me shop in peace, or is it fair trade this trade in flesh, my due penance for helping you murder the local farmer, the farmer's daughter lives in an apartment, her birthright paved over for progress, progressivley growing wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/263054/ A poem about pie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/263052/ He smells of blood and campfire, blue eyes shining water in the desert of his time worn frame.  A gun hangs from his hip, mother of pearl calling out to the eye of the casual observer, but if you look more closely, you'll see that it's the elk bone knife handle that bears scars to match his.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/263051/ Written on a McDonalds bag after buying 39 cent hamburgers while homeless in Boise, ID eight years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/262960/ This is the first story I wrote after I left school. I hadn't written anything but poetry for a few years, and I just sat down one day while waiting for the bus and wrote the whole thing out at once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/260724/ Pop Culture meets the body Politic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/260718/ This is a bit of a break in my usual style, in that it was based on the mood I had at the time and an event that happened that day, rather than stuff I'd kept in my head for reflection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/260697/ Talk about a short story..this one's only two paragraphs long. It's really more of a free write, a mental setting of the scene for a story I may or may not write later. But I still like the way it sounds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/260191/ Probably one of the bleakest times in my life was living in Kuna, Idaho. I was fresh off the streets, and still essentially homeless, having been taken in on a short term basis only by a friend who didn't want me to have to spend a winter in the cold. W http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vlazuvius/260184/