http://slow.writerscafe.org/Leap The original writings of author Leap en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    Human IsotoniaShe shares her damned with you.Helped you drag them down dirty avenues, one by one.Voyeurs have grazed in their ache since the stone age.Just to get a grip on the morning dew --  -- unabulants survive in kingdom come.             Hum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/758078/        My wife says I dance like a geriatric,      but a thing like that only makes me laugh.        I suppose, when old, my moves will look the same.          .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/709282/ I'm an avid, upright animal,  but I'm barren without her love.It's fine to be the art of Eve when one has time to balance upon her thighs.She molds me right and holds me while parables,  in song,      ignite my nights.In lack of Eve, I don't believe I'm parall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/642436/    UmbrellasI wish your umbrella still fit us both.I miss the shade it once provided me.Now that time has past, people rarely see me dry.And I'm only comfortable in the rain.It's all I smell these days.              &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/641461/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/641445/         I told her 'Clairde Lune' had tobe part of it. She agreed, vigorously nodding out the obvious. Shesaid, “Of course!” and went on to describe the fanciful slopefrom the beginning to the climax. In bold depictions, she fleshed-outher s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/633964/ Davey's scenario about a group of people standing on a wooden balcony with gaps between the boards beneath. Cigarettes, crackers, beer falls between and hits the porch bottom of the apartment below. Homeless bum taking up residence snatch4es up every morsel and smokes the half-smoked cigarette butt... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/632537/ @font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p { margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Times; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/630092/             Even on these days when the rain comesdown like wet warfare, I find myself smiling. The highway splashes. I listen for the sound of my tires making waves, and I daydream of sea foam. I miss theexpanse of a great, deep blue. I mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/619116/       Hethought hours; pictured the scene. He replayed this situation overand over. He thought, I could just walk right up to both of themcalmly, and shake their hands. Smile, I gotta remember to keep thatup. Smile d****e. And did thed****e smile? Not in the end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/612468/          WhenI was a boy, I lived on a mountain outside a small North Carolinatown called Banner Elk. Smack dab in the middle of deep Appalachia,and surrounded by mailboxes stenciled with the same last name, Imoved into an alien world. That world might as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/612409/ You baffle me,  Your Majesty.       I'd bow to you, but I am no where near the ground.      I need a push to follow through.     I need to drop, but I am no where near the ground.    You fall for me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/599365/                                                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/591465/          Through the years of herresidence in this neighborhood, the woman asked herself if she shouldhave the portrait properly framed. Not a cheap General Store frame,but an elegant frame to match an elegant youth. She thought little ofit for decades.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/576992/ Would you like my hands to help you push yourself along?   Don't you want me   in the city,   where the hounds won't hunt me down?  I find you, Creature,in the plateau of my palms. While I'm sweating roses I've got music on my tongue.  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/576931/    "I miss the birds."   You miss the what?   "The birds, darling."   Ahh. Yes. When I needed to sleep, I'd sleep. I remember us sleeping til noon or one sometimes. That constant chirping, especially in spring, was nothing to miss. But now that you bring it up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/576860/    The camera's on you as night pleads avail.                   A dance in rain away for two.My pleasure surrounds your portraits like paint.    Our sway we declare under vow of ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/576830/    It's over.   Is it finished?   "I suppose so."   "Not for us."   Okay then. Ron? Ron?   Ron?   Where's Ron?   "I don't know."   F****r left. Time to walk.    "Yes it is."    "I'm gonna mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/576425/    Gailyn went deaf before he went dead. Of course, he wasn't always...I swear.    Once in a blue moon you see these people kneeling on a street corner praying to their themselves. It really can be a lovely incident. I bet Gailyn committed himself to such a performance once or tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/574970/    I have dreams of you and I running from something. We often look back behind our shoulders as we run against the wind.      "Are we smiling?"     Of course! We're usually laughing at something absurd. We have fun in our denial. We see it, we pick it ap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/568197/     Film Scene The center of the world is different. May it be a cop-out, if just at once. Some answers are pretty good, and then Love is at its center. Most people represent themselves falsely. That can be a powerful start to any day. It can also end them. The intangible is stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/560447/    René's in Girls ClothingRené's in girls clothingand so she likes him that way;laced up in the mourning, slips on his legs.Always, he may wait for other women;affectionate and brutaland crying about his name.Hysterics in gathering, still laughing, still wet-faced.To obtain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/555019/                                Such sucking on my lip                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/539456/      Note for ReviewersTwo day old stale beerGonna lug it down and laugh as I pour nothing down the drain.I'm asked if I'm a drinkin' man?  No, but you gotta admit, I let nothing go to waste.Two week old sex affairGonna pass it around and sob like you're not even standing th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/538833/            Lover,         You pulled back your hair as your body rested against mine. Your lean across my side, and your hips nestled into my stomach left me wanting to cry. You wrapped your right arm around my waist to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/535620/   I've mentioned you a time or two as the lady of the evening,     to the public and to the rest of these folks who marvel at the way you walk to  me, baby.                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/535616/     Nolan painted a picture of a Goddess last weekend.      A splendor of a painting,    one of his best.In sepia tones, she sat staring long at something slightly out of        frame.Nothing to wear but a tiny, whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/515423/ By sleek and thorough warrants of design,A winsome woman finds herself true LoveDelicate creature of gifted balance,Colorful hair; two eyes of life aboveShe swims these days and fights with honest ease:Barefoot when she floats, naked as she cries,But none are there to tame her twitching sleep,For fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/510968/                             For You,There came giddy bouts of laughter between our devilish breathing, an    ever-so quiet recurring pleasure and those wonderfully whispered &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/504714/        The South (many times)I can tell you right now   I know     I'm gonna hurt youBut you won't have it  You throw your hands up  so much for virtueYou were sayin' some things about me   that day when you ran out of town  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/501412/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/501410/ Here is where these bolts come loose    and here my night skies peel up and away        This canvass burdens my heart. For I cannot seem to strap it            downI'd love to say I could stay under this evapor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/500178/ The only urge left in him was one of desperation    He wanted to smoke and keep smoking until his throat stopped closing in   He wanted to smoke and buy a carShe would know why    He's been fumbling with the bends to make his mark and put his mind at ease, &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/498580/ To my lover,     Love Letters seem to be in short order these days.  Here is my attempt. I've never actually done this before so bear with me.      I'm so frustrated with my loss of ability o formulate words well enough to express my emotions and do them .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/498352/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/498338/    As For The Girl...And as for the girl...She arrested meWith all the brute force in all the known worldShe was brutalAnd I learned the negatives of leaning against the 'less-than-beautiful'Accompanied by the pitiful      and in the end, I was the ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/482137/     Excerpt From A Hobo's Religious Experience   Quaaludes and Martinis are God's favorite pass time. God will always be the man standing directly to your left. He's the one who has the power. The one who makes the money. That is until you kill him. After that, God is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/477176/  Diplomats of MoonsWe are the diplomats of moonsSatellite monsoonsWe turn along with suns aside the light and fallAlong with I, we're wrongTrust meMaking crater...                   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/475767/ AntsyShe leaves with nothing in her pocketsI make up this music when I shock her to a stop No thoughts of her shakingNow I'm shaking I can't stopAnd babyNow that we're shaking, the thrill won't stop, will it?Too antsy to answer me?  Sweet Orange, Blue MoonIf you wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/475757/     Crocodile She's got murder on her face Smeared along like ink upon this page She's got treasure on her mindReflections of my trophies in her eyeShe wears shoulder blades of glassSeduces me into a loving back to backI heal like I live within her handsI worshi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/466806/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/455474/    Another Search PartyDown and out when you're not with meI have searched the people around meOne by one, their bodies come with me to youDown and out when you're around meI'm not sure what to do when I have youRound and round your body comes with meLeaves no trace by steppi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/455135/            Hesat there on that nasty couch waiting for his taxi. There was nosound except the traffic outside and a single fan buzzing. All quietincluding his own habit of talking to himself. Dwelling on all of itmade his stomach surge. The f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/451781/     It's just like them to make me out to be this way. You watch people fool themselves day in and day out, then moments later, they lay claim to a wonderful arrogance. It's funny. Common moments.     The woman just would not stop. I wanted to keep laughing at her, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/449521/ 000000000000Got a visitor in my head and she looks just like you0000000000000000000000She tells me parts of her secrets and as secrets often do they lead meon over to the wrong side of her blues00000000000000000000000000000000000000000I sing some silly songs an attempt to save my youth but the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/447294/     The writing is the only thing that keeps these translucent pieces of myself from running away. It's the only thing which keeps me functioning. It will never leave me, and I could never even begin to imagine taking my leave from it. Now 5:14 in the am. I've just pissed for the seve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/418348/     Old as can be.     I feel the need to shave, but I don't know how. No one ever taught me. The mirror above the sink whispers, "Where did these wrinkles come from?" I'm starting to panic. I vomit. Stand back up, and now things are blurring. I look at the orange mes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/418000/     The outside did nothing in three years but sleet during the dead of our winters. After tonight...not so little. Four inches of delicate powder dove from heaven and lit up the ground while the wind blew it up to oblivion. Being out in it was like swimming in a sea of menthol; f****.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/417847/ A series of interconnected surrealist stories in collaboration with writer DavidRyanM. His contributions are on his site. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/417823/    Such candid reactions for a dark and final situation.   There's a woman with a beautiful baby sitting across from us in the lobby. Not the mother. Maybe grandma. She's holding the kid in her lap comfortably with her legs crossed. They're playing peek-a-boo. The little girl (.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leap/393559/