http://slow.writerscafe.org/oxtraces The original writings of author Don Stabler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996232 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Old monk's cup"No Hindrance" thus engravedEast wind a breezeWilst divining old waysInto future casesTea of rare herbTell the master's storyWhere the horse is gravityAnd mountains give forththeir auguries of manyspirits In the defoliage autumnTo see the sky na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/307910/ Lamp lit like a metallic thrustinto the cool night abreviationD. T. converse choices in a carwith a leather comboletting thoughts rot like a body. Ramshackle dark trystyou're check rises in slicesas a wine cheeseyou commense to ripthe landlord easy Couple of a burnt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/303258/ I'm exspecting two peopleone with right of passageand the angel snakewith witchcraft and steel could the Linden collapsein day's breezes and standsthe pleasure comforttied to the glistening bird,a song of quartershind and sunglass your right is absoluteentry is fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/296343/ Friend's gone missingNary a call through rainy nightsAs he's outside and in a psych miasmaI keep the time like limelight.This inopportunity of dusksAttached to heaven just a cutAbove the realm of fleshLuck be a trial customInternal flight like possomThe bird of flowers winding Ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/295279/ An aquired intoxicationHelm to the razor sail.In the return doldrumsThe saints of winterHide in blinding dreams.So settled; so dusty criminalThe delight of castle courtThe causeway overTo the hills of BretonThe shore beacon new landOn the waves of questsPronounced gull in the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/293893/ Pack just to say you developedin the row upon row fieldover Eden andclose to the door's scratchof the iron latch of Pyres and Underworldsyou just tighten the knotstighter as you come no ear for that infinatecall just as dawn breaks.how you sing for a lover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/287204/ a story of younger days free spirited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/279254/ a poem about suicide of an old love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/264455/ abyss watching is laughing biliousa next step would be stupidno no don't look!just a few back flipsand it's serious circus the train opened the nightsthunderously blue hazealcove quite sarcastic(flip some more)and "Diablo" rocks being just cannon foddera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/264104/ down from mountains and skiesthe smoke 'round the serious distain expressions echo within air pure like mists in grottoswilder out of time and the edgein the hall the exression speedsa sigh as high as Eaglesthe corner bar fields no whispermuse  sinking over the ridge&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/263730/ suspended from the outsidescaffold good night nurseshe delivered before thepriestess conjured up birthMexico of substance double ironto a peace beneath the lone palm on top of the smoldering volcanoa stack once blown 'round earthdemon chaser holding swordsthe bloodless pimp .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/263551/ Pureland theatre and ghostBodhisattvas hanginIt's the craft of denizensA mile above quick explosionsThe piercing escapeLeaving behind blood and bonesThe trickster conductorScratches the air voidHow the nation tremblesIn abject contentionAvoidance of a manner of anotherThe quest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/262352/ descent of a starry obliviionimage of portrayal in lightthe passing sorceror'shand on miracles of existance. the cry of the timber wolfthe piercing realityof some mystic companionno blessed completionas the quick suffer. pain of cosmosall inclusive to a cryin the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/261836/ That drama moon of high plateauWith stitched colour enduranceLift of the mind and bullet.If the way shielded the grimNature enfolding wing in dialect.The fall of a dream which endsIn a scream in the night. The gift goodness preciousTo the air of highs of the soul.Gem mountai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/261066/ I fall in the wake of wizardsAnd the terp has a gutted slopeOn the pin a hawk takes shapeThe diamond Kestral of blameNo narrows plummets bleakI have a throat of tearsIn the click of woundsThe clock is terminal of swordsThe pine whistles so lowAnd sirens are echoes soldNo silence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/261050/ on the cove of liberty and forgettingan empire of gifted prescenceaccumulates the reap of treasurespicked out of the mystery seasonsthe way of articulate starsconduit to the expression of roarsin simple crunch the tasteglows more apocolyptic hesitanta glass of docks under the scale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oxtraces/260898/