http://slow.writerscafe.org/CrystalAntlers The original writings of author Crystal Antlers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041346 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Through her silky mind she slurs a flowing waterfall of honeyMoons lethargically pass through her wispy dressDrifting in, a force of soft drowsiness And out, a solid barrier of forgotten controlA blizzard of gentle winds Enclosed around her pale bruisesGlowing balls of exasperation hitting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1261813/ it's late, I'm tired, so i'm going to write this as a song in the key of C http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1172248/ Drifting in the forest all aloneShaded silver trampolines were floating in the skyShe was dreaming in the gloom.A clearing in the foggy woodsSlow tornadoesComforting, warm windsTiny sailboats filled with snails. Swimming around her Swimming in her mindIn a dazeSpinning in the forest all al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1139621/ Accepting consciousness in a gasoline whaleCarelessly sliding in a hospital mirror Reflecting silky moths sailing through space In juxtaposition with a pillow of shoesEthereally sinking in the electric chairsIn a room full of mellow eyesSurrounded by a calm seaA floating Iris in the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1125612/ March 4 1993Todmordern, West YorkshireWhile looking at my ax,Its rusty and anachronistic display of pulchritamence fascination invades meGiving me this bantam sense of hopeThis hope derived by body's willingness to liveThat compels me to believe this is not feasibleApril 5 1.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1102766/ I am the King of BeetlesGuarding the rocks and caves.I blow my horn with mighty force.And listen to the waves and my stick.I want to drink this water.I want to drink this water.I want to drink this water.I want to drink this water.I want to drink this water.I want to drink this water.I want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1098895/ 4894684851614138451351554626346465136545121548667768764946543121245646844654 6468455276457645454665343164321634676676656466567656762647626762678751257512 7545142721545145725454815761542164616456165196416461545457549798646126113545 545225645654577498761454251251251432346947945715494879879594161656495.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1097498/ With snakes in my brainAnd coconuts filling my earsI play your uke softlySlither and slide thatSlimy sluggle.Embracing it through my earsSlimy dirty shlick shlop shlobadabloooUt HeRe I loathe my brain with all its beauty.I understand what isThere are somethings in this worldThat are not realI can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1097495/ She's like an accordionFrightened smileBroken eyesIn need of laughter She gambols in the falling leavesAs they silently brush there way through her soft hairTwirling around in her patterned sweaterFeeling the wind through her finger tipsTasting the everlasting beauty of the brisk air... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1097494/ My mind is what seems to be A certain cantaloupe of memories that proceeds through my brainWandering through my brain like an withered old ladyShouting at the mail man because he came two minutes lateHe knows that she doesn't really existBut, what does it mean to be a ghost?Does he really .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrystalAntlers/1097205/