http://slow.writerscafe.org/Unaxoto The original writings of author Una Xoto en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776170423 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have burnt my face & shoulders from awkward foot travels in Tangiers & Delaware http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1504407/ I might just dream you right! head on the dashboard, your mind peals left  but we have just pulled up the veins of injection... charging thick head forth into the milky toast of infinity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1183637/ If I might return to the soft petal’d foot path of my youthdreaming & sharing how with easing encumbrance I rolled away the heavy stone& showed the last of my followers the message of the palm hearted circle jerk leftdormant in the forest.I came up born from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1149713/ No more dreams past these whipping fieldsno more the ocean soiled for the setting sunorchid soft plum delusion has left reliefsmeared across his face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1136647/ Lastnight in town &allmy heroes are horsesThirstyand left sun deaf & starvedGum-shoeglue gun glow stickThesaddle splits my thighs beneath slaps of laughter & soupy fits offlatulenceWithinbussing terminalIrush past dirty gaunt bathersSeekingsafe harbor within the cripp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1122345/ Iscattered smoke throughout her nestbooksslipped with shodding straw & discarded tissues of  paperthedormouse nosed up pieces of the skyinspectingthe traces of larvae, the mildew ghostofcocoon to membrane givenenough time I could easily suffocate her swift escapegiven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1113374/ Out in the fields I went mad & found Shams twirling a clover... Good to be back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/1112796/ To this a returntaciturn to the waters of formrecrudescenceto the soil & to the earth a returnto my fathers handaway from the needle & the penI packed away my books & desiresfor open fieldsroads tucked lonely between theshoulderof childhood & eternity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/756967/ And through thisa glancing view back towards shoulder & open roadthe dirt from palm & ingrown finger growthhas done nothing to abandon this tide of rear view  peanut buttermalaiseback roads trampled & excavated  Burns Flat & Arrowroot grew tiny from the caboosewe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/732187/ p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }BernadetteShake me upanother rock & ryeNo more sleep for mecracked Eyetooth whiskey express train is coming through for the 2:am deluge& when it does I'll be the fist tolift my glass to the cosmic movers carting away the muck & off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/626058/ This is a bit of an ode which is perhaps a bit raw. The title is a theorem in Theoretical Physics. Again This is a work in progress (although it is more complete than unstarted lol) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/606963/ And through this soft waterleaves do stir the forest of nesting dollswhich bloom the memories ofthe Giraffe  resting at my side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/602945/ Reflection is a crowded forest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/602236/ Well the title says it all I think. this is something from my Etudes notbook It's a little bit country & a little bit rock & roll with a dash of polka thrown in for good measure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/505737/ Know the momentknow the this & know the knowknow the heartknow the mind & know the space between breathknow the three tiered jewel which shakes the umbrellaknow the taste of snow in the month of juneknow the regret of heartstrings & the feeling of remorse as she drives awayknow the diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/504512/ It begins softgravitational circle conepierces the worm tongueI fell the damage of bruisedfruit by candle lightI have plunged the artichokeinto stunning surrendercome she spakecome to me my breathas once I was your sidethus her sweater did betray rosy cheeksHelena, with me away from the seaborn fres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/496905/ I was in a hit and run accident. Broke a couple of bones in my leg. A slow rehabilitation followed both mental & physical. I had to relearn or perhaps I only had to remember... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/460563/ Everything fades but memory... which in time is given proper flesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/352871/ A dream I had recently... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/351857/ This is an experimental piece. I mean that in the strictest sense. There is a lot of play on word & shape that I was trying to pull together. There will be i am sure more revision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/349488/ I live in a magical land called west Philadelphia. I have lived here off & on for a bit too long. What comes from this is what comes from living any place too long... stagnation, restlessness, existential terror...ghosts & a host of other things. Living i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/348774/ This is a piece which is spontaneous & without edit. I needed to pour out my words & emotions & thought any afterthought would diminish the power of breath & word http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/346639/ Over the weekend I had a very bad asthma attack. I was Intubated & almost died. I was unconscious for over twenty hours. When I awoke these thoughts & emotions filled my mind. I was still very off kilter & was not able to write any of it down until last n http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/343728/ I originally posted my first draft of this to my horror. It was a sketch which was supposed to self destruct in thirty seconds...not be read...the same. Anyway this is the finished piece. It was written during a strange point in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/340574/ A poem dedicated to Olivia, the fire, & the storm, as seen from the calm waters of reflection & wisdom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/340403/ My P***y is BrokenMy little p***y is broken& I am afraid that without proper supporthe may end up gassed & before the needlejust a face full of whiskers, tears & dreamsthey hold him for ransom mob stylecalling me every hour on the hour with tiny daggers"Oh MR Xot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/339961/ Loves Labour's Lost... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/339950/ Adore I have made you immortalमहात्माserpent tooth wormwoodsweet muse, ladyfingerI am sick, fevered, a crimson forest I shiver you hot & pasty a lagging tongue Hindi goddessI adore your evening tide best by dawnyou the lia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/338276/                  She Moves        She moves in volumes along storied avenues collecting the diamonds & fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/336010/ You have really done it this timebroken the bar & smoothed the barrowAmerica when will you learnabout the ghosts & phantoms which are bornfrom the bowels of greedEveryone wants the want of wantingclimbing, scratching, scabbing up  faces which blur frothing frombelow  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/334930/ First in my The Philadelphians stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/330861/ We are bigger than thisThe me, the i, The youthe kiliometers of equal distance& stones which                seperate facespeopled with the hum & the drum I flirt openly with women in barsout .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/329529/ You thesweet slick evening starwrapped in tight against morningI have you born down into a waning purr, the heavy gravity which pulls you over legs restrained & into lotus hipped positions of impossible concentrationmouth open I want to taste your honey, dri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327823/ You know that feeling when you jump into a pool or river etc. while still fully clothed? The cold heaviness of your clothes...This is how your heart feels post break up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327820/ I have nothing to say about the warI have nothing to say about the warexcept that it makes men & women better loversit produces the art of the future & destroys the art of the pastWar makes me hungry for vegan fare & passive satirevoid of hemlock & gnosis transmuted f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327622/ Part one of a larger piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327565/ This is a piece about struggle, survival, progress, it is a joke whispered at into the ear at the wrong moment.... A little kindness if you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327533/   Impossible             I Shall we burn?Shall we abort the pastshake off shadows towards theclock tower?            Belowloose currents run red &am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/327478/ A loose Remembrance of things past... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326827/ heartstrings...tug hear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326661/ A moment of madness & hospitals led me here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326499/ A little bit about me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326407/ I posted this a while ago before everything was erased from this site. I thought it a fine poem at the time & I guess I still do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326399/ In order to move forward after the rain of heartbreak we must release the spirits which keep us chained & haunted. This is not a release of love. Only a release from ghosts which haunt our tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Unaxoto/326391/