http://slow.writerscafe.org/acousticshoe The original writings of author ACOUSTICSHOE en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010138 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Whenever I say things like "poetry is a deadly weapon"  People get nervous. I cant really blame them.There are very few people who "Know" me.  And they know who they are.The line I walk between image and fact is a thin one, indeed~I have fought my share of battles where the only blood that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/353030/ In the fourth month of hope   you were delivered in clatters  with your home in a window,   marked for my attention  with a  signature.      I held you for a short time,  whispering your name  in a disinfected wind&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/347008/ AT THE LAUNDROMAT ON THE ARMY POST ROAD:An African American man with a leather Chicago Bears Derby and three gaudy rings on his left hand. He's telling me Louisiana's "Where it's at"` and how he's getting together financing for a used bulldozer and a front end loader. Big money to be made on clean-u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/346934/ The small man suffers the indignities of childhood. And is made to walk under ladders caught by the blind of darkness in the cat~tormented night.He is terrified by mice and sickened by blood.Wolf~fanged horses chase after him along the road. and the tight ropethat he walks will always sag w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/346132/ The itching's awfulwhen i meet youat your parents door.But i tap the skin into placeand button down my sleeves and collar tight.At the dinner tableyour little brotherspots my left ear slippingand says it must be love.My skin turns redAnd i have to hold my hairjust to keep from falling apart.Without .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/346131/ Tonight I am fishing in my rough bark on the black sea.I am reeling in the net.that is full of babies,heads' hair fine like black faun's furWith white twitching arms and legs.The skin on their torsosvaguely translucent,i can see their heart's beatinglike furious cuts of meat.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/346130/ so i was riding in to visit a local universitythis morningin the rainwhen I noticed something oddon the rear window of the carin front of me on the expresswayit was a paperclipjust laying flat on therear windshieldhow it got thereand stayed thereis a mystery35, 45, 55, 65, 55.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/346123/ bad indecisiveness isn’t dangerous but it’s quite elite & lets you be a butninsky about the definiteness of ugliness whatever the downfall of a casserole of bullfrog a firing range of sweets rice cakes - the lamb’s a wolf no, that’s never true a therei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345909/  I told him it was still summer, and he told me that he heard a man singing beautifully on the street the night before.I told him I was thinking of three things...1 the sound of crickets frying in the sun.2 the correct way to cast a fishing net.3 that my fathers' house has many mansio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345780/ You have reached the number you have dialed. If you want to mate outside your species press one. If you want to make a down payment on an elected official, press two. If you want an autographed picture of Jesus press.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345772/ he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer's disease.he had cancer of the mouth. there were operations, radiation treatments which decayed the bones in his jaw which then had to be wired.daily he put his wife in rubber diapers like a baby.unable to drive in his conditi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345771/  | << Beyond Good & Evil | The Problem is Semantic >>PoetryA History of Everything Thanks to Meby Ginger Wells-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I. I sent my dreams to a publishing company: short dreams; long d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345769/ cause and effect Category: Blogging'Cause & Effect' - All It's Cracked Up to Be?:  I'm gonna get into some deep weirdness about reality here.  Nothing definite, no fancy equations to prove my point - just kicking around an idea.  For the record, I don't do drugs, my hat is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345766/  Someone spoke to me last night,told me the truth. Just a few words,but I recognized it.I knew I should make myself get up,write it down, but it was late,and I was exhausted from workingall day in the garden, moving rocks.Now, I remember only the flavor--not like food, sweet o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345757/ Because we are both cartoons I will flick your uvula with my tongue and listen to itreverberate, parenthesis extending from your neck and mouth like sonar, catching them in my own mouth and chewingI will also make love to you like two inside-out barracudas, salty and demonic and lust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345755/ I was delayed that afternoon because I brushed the teeth of a pretty animal that I am currently patiently taming.  It is a cameleon.  This endearing animal smoked  as usual Some cigarettes that I left behind...   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345411/   She ran off with an Indian popcorn vender at 2:30 pm, May 14th, 1992 and was never seen again. She read the best books drank the best tequ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345388/ Evidentlymy hands are cut offI writewith a little stick tied to my right stump.I dip the sad little stick in brown ink.I also have no heador features of my sex.Someone washed and hid my legs.Yes, I am.I dawdle in a bathIn the warm blood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345383/ 8/18 - Joel (my brother) and I picked up this street kid in Cape Town and took him to see the baboons. It was an hour drive to the baboon grounds and he fell asleep along the way and wouldn't wake up. I didn't spot any baboons but ran into some Ostriches and tried to wake him up but he wouldn't budg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345376/   I AM the pair of ears from which nothing exits, this makes me approachable. He brushes his hair as if I had a tender head and full. As if it were a packed house. The hand belonging  to his lips and throat in the lighted mirror the screen with the same silent fil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345370/ The Calm Clam with a bow-wow mouth as big as my bald body both lips thin and hard carved in full eloquence with my tongue grown right out of my heart and soul i am surely meant to be a voice empowered for all around me either silt or sediments shining dull and dark with soi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345368/ It's true, Jack Pinsky had six hearts.  He had of course been born with just one but as he grew older and took on the many responsibilities that come with age, he found he needed a separate heart for each separate aspect of his life.  He had: 1. a heart to love his wife with.  2. a he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345361/ While his mother slept, Oliver-as would most boys of seven-hid in a closet. There, by the light from under the door, he discovered a Mason jar beneath several musty afghans. His mom used these jars to can pickled eggs and homemade preserves. This jar contained something different suspended in clear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345360/ and I was stupid in it.  I thought a doctor would not be unkind.     One wouldn't wait for a laboring woman to dilate to 10 cm.     He'd brace one hand up his patient's vagina,     clamp the other on her pregnant belly, and for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345356/ You asked for dandelions But all i have is words. Words like , lemon, mane or honeysticks and beaconed yellow fireworks~ Words like floral formuladiagrams that stretchto summer ankle fieldsfrom a quietened sphereof where i am~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345355/ Dark as weasel toesWe ride on nightmares angry foals... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345354/ The poets love of particulars.The things in this worldlead him to universals.Plying the sky within the minds' exposure."Milking the way", in silent composure.You sense  beyond the photons' graspand chain meanings without a clasp.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345352/   I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slideor press an ear against its hive.I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,or walk inside the poem's roomand feel the walls for a light switch.I want them to waterskiacross the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345351/ With wind the rain wheels like a circus hoof, aims at my eyes, rakes up the smell of animals of stone moss, cleans me. Branches fall like nightmares in the dark until the sun breaks up and spreads wound fire at my feet. Then they smell me the beautiful animals... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acousticshoe/345350/