http://slow.writerscafe.org/miklpaul The original writings of author mikl paul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027329 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 untitled. October. ----- their have been.    and I promise     that the quickstrike of thelight     is worthit          holy   there is an atticin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1257987/ untitled. pillars to the same home. then and the more light;    calming what wascast before. shouting through the center of       some hallowedplace,       you,  you,  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1228960/ She reads Rimbaud in Abalone Shellsmikl paul but a ghost keeping    watch overgathered flowers,  insisting; onlywater will raise the orphaned rib,       that   you drinkfrom,  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1197056/ They steal love for the Lasting time.mikl paul They must have held one anotherinto the furthest space of letting go.  “If this is the last night, Ineed to tell you.” While he watches the fabric ofher dress brush her thighs and remember.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1183345/ An epic, if You believe in time.mikl paul and rendering.     what the cloudscame here for  you to say.      and mouth to rib, reciting scripture and tongue to tongue,   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1180205/ untitled. writers block can suck it, I’m a magician. mikl paul I want to write    about nothing     yet still find her. light,   after having   come   such   a lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1179613/ untitled. a morning and the parable of their love making.mikl paul some stir of air     what a whisper   does to an openflame    and   no where gentle  but the claustrophobic dream of your hair inching d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1170252/ the dream of the lovers and their echo.mikl paul sounds of falling down  and the   door swinginggentle through the light.         what one may ask    from a heavingcarefulness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1162767/ she wakes before him, and has.mikl paul out from sleep,      light ever bashful   and wondering  where it has been.      finding what youhave    wanted  to form;  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1157754/ Shipwrecked.mikl paul she loves each of these works    that    he works with hishands.     legs through the sand    asking  is this skin ready to be      shed&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1156021/ writers block.mikl paul  some morning   andthere is no    poem.    absence deafening in that   cathedral of    what has been said           &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1154987/ SettingThrough.mikl paul ‘Behold, thou art fair, mybeloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. The beamsof our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.’                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1153682/ mirage of the self portrait. mikl paul and through,        but never to   some other or  to you.    beside  a   sounding toward us,    patient;&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1151194/ sense portrait. 3/28/13mikl paul a flutter of wrist      and what is   a herald    and what is standing   free.      show me when I will arrive atthat place   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1149475/ They Design the Way they Flush, in a Lighthouse Gentle.mikl paul when he wanted to write about the sea,    without itincluding us;    hidden here,   here, this reservedwarning,  alabaster    and she gui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1148035/ eve and adam.mikl paul  she wanted to find them arriving     to become  and to seal the silent  phrasing with theemboss of bone and                &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1147145/ morning. half dreams. mikl paul---- you woke me      withyour mouth     this morning,    and the moon is   ever full     and         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1146647/ (photo by sophie fontaine, words by mikl paul)“If you just look at me, we will know.” But she doesn’t, but she cannot. The threat of salt pillars,the threatof the long stare home, she cannot. she says “This is impossible.” .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1146118/ a morning long after an affair.mikl paul  some  sway    against the warm     forgetting  change.  some reciting of the early promise andthe geode of your breast and theadventure of his tong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1145538/ herchapter and a sincerity.miklpaul  I wantthe poem to fill the empty room.          and there must have been a before       to the way her hands stretch out into   th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1140124/ untitled. 4/10/12------------------------------------- i  want to be lieve in the overflow you    offer me. would you mind if this                      captured light was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1138802/ 03/07/13. sitting at Linnaeas staring at an abandoned pairof gloves.-----I see      andbelieve   the quaking     beneath the skinis true.      he wants theshape to be    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1137742/ (photograph: 'Alone with Oneself' by Sophie Fontaine. words by mikl paul) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1133165/ astudy into the space they decorate with one another.miklpaul ----thebreath was never yours yet    as the light divides   the room they fill  it fills     and if it was    ever &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1132525/ untitled. starting to rain, there is only a single tree.mikl paul she and  time  and some sense   of  is it       here  and    now      that I set myselffree&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1129848/ (chapters 1-6 in mikl's first book 'Dandelions that Have Held your Breath' poetry and other writings,published march of 2013. oliviaedenpublishing.com)A History and the Thick Mouths. Chapter One--- There was once a boy, a very strange enchanted boy and we all have so much to learn from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1128822/ they make love like thieves, stealing everything.mikl paul they may be    on a rooftop    or they may be   againsta tree.   and    the lines ofher back      are no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1128103/ while she walks, while she finds.mikl paul--------they chose to hesitate  beside a patch    of stones,     moss covered,   the green ofyour dreams and brighter.      birds everelsewhere, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1126958/ writing poems in the morning.mikl paul----- because I want the poem to find you      waiting    for yourself.             And with writing     there&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1124572/ a harbor and an escape.mikl paul---- what a window becomes   while she    is     watching you   turn the soil of  you     brandnew    right between your eyes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1123911/ an affair, with skin and night.mikl paul-------- and in their quiet they do not wish to be     found.     stolen light inhale,   no one   watching, no oneknowing they should not    know. &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1122671/ untitled. 2/8/13mikl paul --somewhere in this sudden rain.    she asks   if you found whoyou were hiding in   your soft paceoutside the bedroom window. hand to the glass   as though     cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1122285/ with eyes open.mikl paul-------- the skin was new and every sound was    conspiracy.      pressing into the floorboardswhat would they find         that did not include the  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121942/ untitled. the morning as the map that folds.  I negate this distance with    what     it     would    be    to be shining you. there are grasps gathered in    the corner of this thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121366/ People and Places: Volume Five  (ourview of the room is the single eye of the camera propped on the distant side ofthe table. the top of the table stretches long and finds her. the camera doesnot move. she sits at the end, we see from her neck down  to the ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121362/ The Ghost of The Other Way The way she lived her life left no room for the blade, or the charm. But, she sung to herself, someone must learn how to love in these places. Beyond the city swelling there were rumors of ghosts of citizens that had yet to be born; haunting the past they will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121341/ the dream of a laboratory.-------- One of them was holding the moon gentle palmed finger curled. The other knew; had studied; had repeated love a time and a time again, just to check the list so fine. This was science, she said into his tongue. They walked quietly, the sound of rin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121339/ A Fairy Tale: The Story Behind the Sound of a SnappedTwigby: mikl paul-------------Once upon time there was a land named Lunderion. Lunderion wasa magical place. Behind each tree, or door, waited the potential forevery adventure known to children and every peril known to adults. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121033/ coming inside the morning.---------------  they  glisten at every  opportunity to welcome themselves.     tell us all, when you arrive,     what the salt    took from your skin in the sea   or   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121027/ BreEle: When I Imagine the Rest of our liveswindows fill with light   and crouching beneath thelower corners we drink   the excess spilling over. you hold the spines of leaves   in the air  and  of   all the ways I admireyou, I p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1121026/ untitled. writing.------------------------- craving   to  listen   and   for that to be  whole.      wondering;  how much of my body was  grown     while I slept.and how vast &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1120452/ a brief portrayal of their harbinger------- hands so full and the straw and the fire.       without a remembering of the       early language,   -eyes still visible from the abandoned kitchen window-    wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1120451/ the seduction of an artist.------- I want to impart the sounding through.    of the black lace      white skin  nightlight     and    telling mirrors. the grain of tongue    and  distant moa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miklpaul/1120450/