http://slow.writerscafe.org/stmarkus The original writings of author Mark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098006 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What it is, and what it should be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/2077581/ Death of a Magician By Mark StitzThat night in November I’ll always remember, when my good friend was called home,His soul said goodbye, as he went to the sky, and about him I’ve written this poem.A magical dude, never loud never rude, spreadi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/2072203/ "If I could describe this and fit it in this box, then I'm doing something wrong'... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/2069528/ Paradise FoundBlue Lizard, tail of turquoise and cosmic meanderings on an ocean of gray stone.Island breeze capturing the songs of birds and tiny frogs, as the sun slowly brings life to all that it touches.Bright red tropical flowers slowly fall from behemoth trees on high,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/2066679/ Tijuana Saurus RexSunset in old Tijuana , it’s a dinosaur of a town.Dining on a Bronto burrito of introspection,Full of meats of madness, with beloved beans of benevolent thunder.Stuffed with hot peppers of pride and passion layered with a legerdemain of lettuce and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/2066465/     As I listen to the birds, their songs carress the wind,    much as moonbeams dance on harpstrings, plucked at twilight.   The phantom embrace of time glides across all worlds,    transporting my subconcious murmerings to the forefront of  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1770852/ Just one of those things that had to be written after having a bad day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1437066/        "In Between the Lines" Reading in between the lines, is not imagination, That's where my muse so often dines, though not without frustration. The literary banquet there, a poet"s rare delight, A feast to feed a man of prose, a dinner every nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1435089/            "The Window"       By Mark Stitz It was late on a Friday afternoon, I had just gotten out of work, and after giving Rosie a callI stopped in at Charlie's Grill for a cup of coffee. Normally. I'd have had a shot and a beer,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1431178/            "The Turnpike of Indifference"A faint sliver of a crescent moon of hope, shines down upon a turnpike of indifference,as I ride a bus headed for the city of dreams, both shattered, and realized.Protected by an umbrella of faith and hope, I seek the lighthous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1428143/                                    “Poems for Ca$h” or,”Will Write forSupper”&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1413938/ No patience for people who can't simply give a straight answer......Venting.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1375873/ Down and Out on the Island My heart bleeds tears, my soul weeps blood. Navigating through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1326365/                 “Screw the Chocolate”  Screw the chocolate, the flowers,it’s a Hallmark Holiday,So FTD and bonbons make up for therest of the year?Why wait for just one d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1315618/ Introspective Journey, All Aboard! The leaves are sweet upon the breeze, the clouds are oh, sublime, So , why do I babble incessantly, in search of anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1313743/ Lazy Day Riches A metallic green fly, hovering, almost motionless before me.As I see the suns light reflected, glistening off of a spiders broken web.While the tropical sun beats down, illuminating a dance of dragonflies on the afternoon breeze.So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1312259/ First Love, written long ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1160656/ Hey look! It's the ScapeGoat action figure, complete with pentagram around his neck!Ya' know he's responsible for all the problems and all the trouble in our family.Just who the hell does he think he is? We don' t owe him a Godamn thing!It' s all his fault! It is , it always was, and forever s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1126183/ I'm a soldier wounded, at the battle of dysfunction,I'm looking for the medicine man, but he' at another junction.Those passive aggressive cannonballs and secret poison darts,One landed right between my eyes, and the other hit my heart.A minefield of denial can be such a scary place,Beca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1123470/ The call came late last night,"Mom's not gonna make it,We don't know if she'll last the night."The anger, the pain welled up, "Wait ! What do you mean"?"What are you gonna do "? I can't get their in time! I need to get a flight!""We can only keep her comfortable".The shock is like a fiery bullet str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1121357/ A poem about the Taino Indians the indigenous people of Puerto Rico, and their fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1120922/ The fires of aggression have been burned into my soul,Burning deep within my conscience, they've left a gaping hole.They all too often smolder, then suddenly burst aflame,Then just as quickly disappear, and vanish from whence they came.Some people call it willful, and some just call it pride,While o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1119095/ At the mountains of forever, and the seas of evermore, Lie dreams of future splendor, and tales of ancient lore. While heroes battle dragons, with maidens by the way,  No one has a credit card, at least that's what they say. Not kings, nor queens, nor wizards, have ever seen a 401K,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1117239/ Lavender backbeat against a neon sky, blazing astral trails across my mind.Any day now, it'll be eons ago, that I first experienced this phenomenon.A little kid in a feeble attempt at posing as a man, pounds down a forty in a brown paper bag, while standing on a street corner, slicked down with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stmarkus/1116956/