http://slow.writerscafe.org/teapartymedley The original writings of author Kevin McKenna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195903 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The instantaneous emergence of “us” is sometimes baffling. That we happened to stumble, literally, into one-anothers lives almost incomprehensible�"- almost. But there is the energy of you and this energy I can feel. This infinite love and lightness. A space for connection an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1066119/ I dreamt you were the solar system--- a runway through space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1064853/ I'm stuck afloat on the morbidity of beauty. A tragic, melancholy, experience, well it might be, anyways. Do humans--- are humans fated to, fall upon true beauty the moment they die? I often think of beauty when blue skies are above my head. But the sky is always renewing itself (I hope). And what o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1023780/ Life on the 17th planet is slow.                 .                 . Thereis no one saying to work, nor to play. The Tuatha de Danann&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1020217/ “You know, thereare a lot of alternatives to partaking in the consumption of animal flesh andblood. There are pseudo-meats and vegetables galore. There are frozen meals andhome baked marvels.”  Dylan stretched. Thetrain was running late, as usua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1014594/ Someof us partied harder than others. A hazard of indulging in the juice of thevine. We know that it’s all taken us at sometime. We’re doomed to the sky,trying to reach a little too high. If the wind don’t bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1013743/ Do you remember that I forgot that you forgot that I forgotthat you forgot that you were beautiful? Some dreams just never die. And everysunny day is a September morning when you can see the sky in yr cigarette. Ifyr eyes are the window to yr soul, what do they tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1013741/ This is atale of two situations. Away from narrow preconceptions and avoiding conflicthypertension. We had cherry blossoms in the garden where I grew up; they’re themost beautiful flower. They don’t keep their beauty to themselves, but sendtheir pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1013740/ understand what I mean when I talk about what’s important to me. Thingslike daydreams and blueskies and waterfalls.Beautiful things.The way it feels is beautifulI want to live in the countryWhere the stars are inabundance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1011570/ I wassomething that happened to her or she was something that happened to me it hadto be something like that she shares my most intimate moments and I’d be gladif she would just forgot me but I can’t forget her oh well go figure despiteeverything I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1011569/ Oh goddamnit I guessit’s that time again.Tuesday morning and I’m being wokenup at 5 am, in the bedroom of a friend. F**k. I roll over burying my head underthe pillow putting her alarm out of my ear-drum range. Her kittens have snuckinto the room and I find myself being stepp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1011567/ whispersspar in the presence of leavesthat willow. time shuffles from day to day, dayscoincide to mere whimpers.  mythoughts always returntothe heart of the matter.  ifnot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1011562/ sometimesI see yr smile in the sunsometimes in the rainsomtimes i feel yr hugs through the breezesometimes in the birds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/1011561/ I’vealways dreamed of flying. Not flying in an airplane or on a bird or with wingsnor some fancy schmancy contraption, or on a pterodactyl. So maybe, it isn’treallyflying. It might just be called floating. I can imagine myself being tied to acloud and floating off into an endle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/628055/ Newspapers crumbling, shadows casting, children playing. I can't tell you the last time I felt alive. But everything is in its right place. Never thought I'd make it past the morning. I climb through stray constellations and walk through white clouds on days with blue skies. I dream incess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/469174/ 1900 Mindless then1910 Mindless and warfare1920 Mindless and Fancy1930 Mindless and Depressed1940 Mindless and Warfare1950 Mindless and Dancing1960 Mindless and Tripping1970 Mindless and Madness1980 Mindless and Retry1990 Mindless and Unexplainable2000 Mindless Now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/313055/ Sitting, watching. My shoes they're walking without me. What the f**k? The mirror has moved but I have not. Outside looking in sadness, mood swing lack in connection. Ignorant in the words I choose accidents of a universe. Swigs from the flask that's attatched to my hip. We're exploring the unknowin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/310120/ I feel I've been here before. Stuck between false starts and false finishes. Grasping at clouds that are disappearing with the summer breeze. I'm talking to walls, and smiling at windmills. Friends are like butterflies; whittling their way in and out, forever beautiful. And I'm stuck with this pen i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/308225/ Taxi cabs are slinking by, people are preocupiedit is better than doing nothing. Chitterchatter cell phone discrepancies and business partnersmid breeze. The dow jones did well today, oh our flightleaves in a hour. Checking watches impatiently, always jumping aheadtime traveler.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/308055/ We're intellectually parachutingthrough mine fields and central parkshortly after dark.Interplanetary misconceptionsin church pews and cofession boothsShort of breath mid-bike-ridecigarettes dangle 'tween the lipscasualities of sandals and lost booksWe're lost in the scope ofdreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/308054/ Children hawk spare gum and cigarettes along a dirt road, A family rides by on a scooter each of their faces wrapped in a bandana, the all lean into each turn; a family of bandits. It's not yet mid-day and it's already like an oven. The violin can be heard just over the wall intense, but greeted w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/308053/  Mama Cass came down the stairs this morning. I was sitting at the table drinking a coffee. As she caught sight of the morning dew, she tore open the sky with a voice that boomed through the damp, dank morning. Inbetween puffs of her cigarette she flipped on the tv. The Red Sox are playing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/307895/ We'll f**k until we reach infinity, then inbetween sips of a bottle passed back and forth on a train bound to baton rouge, we'll smoke cigarettes just to pass the f*****g time. On odd days we'll tie our legs in nots and walk on our elbows. On somedays we'll fall in love. We'll whisper wonders out on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teapartymedley/307893/