http://slow.writerscafe.org/absinthe The original writings of author Daleth Grey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010169 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Silver Leafwas a lodge that may or May not still exist, the place nearly all of my life’simagery wasBorn, the glass-like rivers and lavender panoramas thatstill featureEvery time I speak or paint or write. They have survived theyears. Something elsefrozen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/1059675/ There’s something inthe way she moves,The Beatles said it best, I know.She tiptoes, slides, and glides like airAcross the hillside, stealing close. I never touch her, though I could,Afraid she’d pass through like a ghost;My hand not worthy for her flesh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/1059674/ Imagine Juliet, waking up the morningAfter that first- last?- night spent with Romeo.She feels sleep dust in the corners of her eyes,Maybe she shifts because the white sheetIs wrapped awkwardly and tugs her stillAdolescent breast at an angle. She stretches. You&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/1059673/ I walk into the profusion of grave-markers,Like a horizontal apartment complex.The buzz of crickets is close to my skin,The give of damp grass soft below meAs I walk slowly, an invader. Inside the ever-open gates, noises dim,And my mind is in a thousand placesWri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/958916/ When we talk about sex, We talk about bases, aboutBoning, getting busy,Tapping that, or scoring.But I’m not here to play sports,Or stand close enoughTo feel your heat, breath,And nothing else.Using those words is onlyDemeaning our desires.I’d like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/958908/ a nonfiction essay written for a workshop. messy, but from the heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/958906/ lyrics; it's a work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/604355/ 55 fiction... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/488587/  Who has dyed my deep blue seaAnd stolen it,Stolen it from me?Cut from the north,My body stings.Atlantic, I long for thee. I saw a woman through a glass of green.And saw the people,All the people she could be.Her love was fast,And now is past.She is no good t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/482715/  HorizontalNot knowing anything at allEighteen fish in a circleProtractor sky IntrovertedAlways afraid I’m a batteryDripping magenta cliffsidesMoonglow pistol Upside-down-vertedPuddle of mayfly childrenFloating steps and IDon’t like those shapes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/482632/  My desperate revenant,Hand me your sword.Sit down with meAnd drink of the thick, red wine,Syrup of unsuspecting sanity.Calm your dark nervesAnd throw the matchsticks from your frantic hands.Stop your stressing.Let my opiate seep into your handsome flesh.I would wrap these, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/466059/              It was about a month after I lost my job at the cafeteria that the rent got to be too much and I had to come home and live with Mom again. I guess I should have been happy, since she didn’t make me pay her like she did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/461723/ "I think the life-cycle is all backwards" -andy rooney http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/449448/ Magic. Beautiful, satiny deception, wrapped in glittering irony; this is where I grew up. We were a great family of children who never grew out of the circus and its glossy charms. Red silk, purple plastic. Black and yellow makeup on lithe acrobats brimming with sexual intent. We were the eternal br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/449128/ I count my time nowin drops of bloodand lick these six silver scalpels to death.I don't know what your cold thrustson this operating tableare doing to me,But my heart's been beating like a broken tap. Bump.Drip. Bump.Drip. Bump.The way you pour that bleach over my bodylike surger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/449074/ "it came to me backwards, like any good realization" -anonymous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/449057/ You're doing it again.Being honest.Now I know what i said andyes, there is honesty,but there is also tact,and that is even more essential in a relationship.Without it, it falls apart.And it gets to the point where you shoot down every idea, every date proposal,until there's nothing l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/438134/ The city is old,Made of something far more ancient and realthan concrete.We are young,Young enough to speak in French,And be answered in English,And not take it in stride.You are a red beaconI know I shouldn't follow.But what if I get lost?I need an anchor,That at least I can p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/436245/ haiku inspired by the reactions at a reading http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/436234/ this is a scary one, you have been warned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/436066/ ecphrasis, couldn't find the original image unfortunately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/436061/  I found God in a bottle of conditionerThe same year I lost my virginity to a blond-haired boy with eyes like rain.God smells like coconut milk,And will protect, hydrate, and shine the hell out of you.I remember a cold pool and a hot shower,A bikini lying on the tiles,And sunlight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/436051/ a really old one, another repost from before the Fall of the Server http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/370206/ stream-of-conciousness from a few days ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/369865/ just another one i whipped up over a few study halls, not too horrific but pretty long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/369736/ jsut a little snippet i wrote purely of my feelings one night, not particularly well done, but it's my heart talking :3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/366234/ yet another repost found in my sent box. can you believe i wrote this for school? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/358228/ found iiiit! another repost, and one of my personal favourites http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/358221/ this poem out-masochisms me any day of the week http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/350657/ originally part of a drawing i did, an eye was crying the words, and the eyebrow was pierced with the title http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/337160/ just a little commentary on an increasingly technology-dominated, impermanent, perfectionist society http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325710/ No haze, no extra adjectives-The day of the captive called "human"Is ruthless in boredom.Sleep catches the eyelids and yanks downLike a demon, a ghoul ringing the church bells,For the sound it loathes.Hyperalert, it's clear-You're miserably unhappy here.Giving in to the fle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325704/ I used to keep a fractured fingerOn the trigger of my rage,Bleeding, sitting there for all the world to see,On an alabaster stage.Flecked with the spittle of my demons,I summoned not the will to care.I realized that I could never stop them all and they would be there,Always be there..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325660/ Dolls with silvery skin,And dark, gothic lips,Drip with silky ennuiIn the dark doll room.Victorian tresses and dressesDecorate their porcelain figures,Holding hearts out of sight,Out of mind.Some hang from stringsOn rows of dusty shelves.They are robed in satins and sorrows,For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325642/ His cigarette smokeLingered in my mouth, my lungs,And, at last, my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325625/ You are my wingless angel,The voice of sweet, meaningful reasonIn a world of robotic dronesScream a pathetic broadcastDay after day,Hour after hour.But you have amind of so much more,A light that I crave when the cold, defined worldIs freezing the fire inside me,Onto which&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325592/ nothing related to me, just a random burst of inspiration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325588/ Your voice is a drugThat I wear like a cloak,When the evening's pitch-blackAnd in darkness I soak.The sound of your voiceIs a velvety bruiseOn the cheek of the nightI want never to lose. You speak, or you sing,And I soon am in thrallTo your every word,I am your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325585/ Turn off the musicCan you hear the sky breathing?It is quiet here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/325583/ illustrates the seed of a bitterness that has flourished since- another reload http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/316442/ yet another reload- one of my favourites http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/316438/ The tenement vomitted chaos into theempty street.Autumn leaves crunched under shoes andbare feet.They ran in a panic from what they didn'tunderstand.A part of them wanted to listen, but there was acountermand.They thought he'd killed her, saw her body on theicy floor.He stared at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/316433/ okay, i'm going to start reloading poems that were deleted, so this may look familiar...here goes! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/absinthe/316431/