http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ming_Rising The original writings of author Shaun Rudie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040458 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My chest is heavy,I think from anxiety or a panic attackReally don’t like either of those words- I like less the pressure on my chestSomething heavy sits there,as it sits on my thoughts-which I like even lessI think if I lift my thoughts, my chest will be lighterBut what do I kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1517565/ SusurrationSoft swish of clothes and thoughts -a supporting candor of these bodiesThe continual walking back and forth;the tap-clink of forks on trays scraping food into little bits:a savage enterpriseAnd we smile with these little bits between our teeth,trying to appear civilizedBut our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1517562/ All these headsI dance in curls,slide off straights,I perch on shoulders, a bird of whimsy,their ears listening, listeningI fly to a crew cut�"all ears, but not listening�"my whimsy strains hereI fly away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1517560/ Sweet flowerswhite dress hermovementsflow and pass me I turninhale and see flowers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1251592/ I am comfortin my chairwatching you passwith your tattoos on yourleg in the comfort ofyour skin and your low-slung shoulder bag thatcould fit a small child...I am comfort and yourform knows me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1251590/ My mind seeks bodies,interactions of personalities,curves and motion, thought,our displacement in nature,our expressions radiating our needs and wants - how often we confuse themIt is in our eyes, you know,the pathway outOur skin takes in,our minds press out -so much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1249414/ Plumeria nascent leafcurl of lifegreen terminus variantPotted star purple adjacent,tiny pointed look-at-mepullspulls the sun it'sso stubbornPlumeria's little friendprotector http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1249413/ big loopsinnocent, free writingbold as a red bowor a safe child full ofsmile and potentialnew emotional explorationthe full of a nuclear reactorglowing with energy andsprite lifeand words, atom splitters tostream-of-consciousness,to be nibbled and gobbledgreedily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1249411/ chasm? this gulf between I want andI am, this crevasse in the earthbefore my feet and I at the edgeponder…ponder…my dreams are before me, all I haveto do is reach…reach out…and not slip off into the jagged below...jagged below and belowfunny how I am caught up in thatimag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1249408/ Red brown skin, so much thatI thought he was Native American as a child. In truth, he was, native to the very soil he stood on,that he overturned, picked up in his strong hands andbroke into smaller chunks. Black soil. Rich for life.Birds flying above waited for all the wormshis turning exposed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1209898/ I sit on thestairs with the childlooking through the bars,"what do you see?"Small fingers grab hold,not able to wrap around themetal fully, her other hand onmy shoulder to steadyThere is no spoken, her mouthis open in a smileTime moderates shapes and colorsbefore her, bright and boldSubdued and subt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1204846/ In time the ring of a circle concludes,shame falls as dust, kicking upwhen wings stretch for flightCompleteness,the sky welcomes completenessDrift we our failings earthward,time has come to fly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1204841/ ideas like worn pantsneeding a belt, we get too fat for them,try on others, get a strongerbelt. At times the effort isn't worth just going buck-naked,expressing our own ideas in theshining sun - at leastthey fit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1204836/ Dreamed of flying again,so natural,so essentially exhilaratingGravity becomes anafterthought, a placeholder for realityI'll not step lightly onthe earth I'll change...what is the earth to onewho flies? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1204834/ What coin for this open mind,this focused thought?Would you fumble in the fabricof your pockets with the passionof removing a bra to splurgefor this thought?Or empty your coffers likea thief in church, pocketing gold amid the glory, aslife in war.What coin for that?And how open is enough? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1196071/ we are pictures on themantle of deathmemories of light and color heldin silver paper placedso our eyes catch that passed lifeit is our frame to captureour time to divideand our attention to spendone more momentlooking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1196065/ worth in flowersabundant decaycolor reach liftingthe charm of timedew drops offto clean our mindand whispers hummingbird;life is plenty outside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1196063/ Breach whitered curl contrast andshoulders delicate cresther frame - all to holda smile bright assunlight on greenAnimated, eyes and headmove with her fine laughterShe tastes her fingers,squirrel morsels,and is brought food intrays by men who cometo serveShe smiles and delights herselfin food f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1196061/ beneath my shadowlove's needyou andsome momentgod smoothdelicate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1111606/ grey water moves away from mepelican glidesun poking "God rays"through the dull skybirds congregate, littleblack specks on thewavesthe beat of man soft inmy chestmy tidemy tide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1111604/ My happy you,I cannot separateWild tingle up from my center, all from sitting nextto you; alive me shiny,our place confirmedI joy in our moment andyour welcome smileYou wrap my arm, kiss my shoulder,my happy you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1111602/ Are you there?You were always there otherwise,even when we didn't think we neededyou, could always look outto the field, on the tractor, or onthe couch about to nod off, or in the basement playing your music.You were there, always.Are you there?When you passed away, we couldn'tfind you, in the hospi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1087304/ A Norwegian returns tohis father;the earth is strengthenedOur feet sturdy, thoughour eyes weep,carry him forwardamong the living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1087299/ Blue sky when myfather was laid to rest,our water seeded the earthin tiny dropsStanding room only among the dead - and cold,but bright; clean;still http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1087298/ cotton snow branchlineanemone driftwiggle leaf downearth rest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1087297/ Hum of the furnace, air blowingup through the vents nudgingplants, green and full, that momseems to have always had caredfor.As children we hid among them,knocked more than one of themover, trying to hide the spilled dirtwe couldn't clean up by rubbingit into the shag green 70s c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1085360/ i have a whole body thirstfor you,as if i've been working underthe sun, days long, and canthink of nothing else"May i kiss you?"and there it was; yesand i drank of you,a measured tasting of yourmouth, should i not have it againI stood, filling myself, easing mythirst, and it di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1068474/ Little OneWe are dream andall possibilityI've held you with yourmother's smile, shared the warmth of your skinI've watched you walkand play; a tumbler whoalways regains her feetI protect you in my thoughts,share you in my lifeYou are we,and are we strong,and we wonderWhat you would've becomewou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1066840/ I move over blue shirt, green screen ofcash register, pink dress, blonde curls,chrome of fork and knives under small,bright spotlights, the red leather purse, green and bright-orange safety vest,diffuse walls backdrop to lighted signand colorful bodies small and wide, talland brown, old, femini.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1064986/ She feeds it like a plant, a little venus flytrap thatpatiently waits for the nextspoonful of mushy food- she occasionally steals a scoopfor herself; the plant notices, bobs its headexpectantlyMommy looks away and steals anotheruntil her hair is pulled hard: it is toocute not to feed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1064968/ I am tiredheavy dark in my body,my mindMy head on yourchest, my arm under youand around youI open to see you smile,kiss my foreheadI smile, sigh, and close,your night to mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1064789/ Your chair sits askew atthe table,I have not pushed it inThere sits the memoryof youWe spoke playfully aswe ate, freely as twochildren exploring theexpanse of the other,side-stepping witty barbsmeant only to stimulate, toshow love, that which we arein each other's presenceYour scent is on me asI wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1058577/ Into the deep, deep downArabesque pique for all asI slip in unconscious frownThere is a waiting in me,friend-curved up from anending and I poise over theedge, ready to fall full glory intothat I cannot dream to see,as I haveIt is new...but it is also empty -I have not created it yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051760/ And you're herein my mind again,moreso in all parts ofme that think, feel,dreamI cannot separate themI wish not to,for you are that whichI wish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051750/ Fire carries herto me,urges me forward,dream-closeI fold around herand am enfolded, myface awash in her scent,I close my eyesas she kisses meFingers trace ouredges, lift our shirtsI pull the small of her back,our stomachs bare, pressagainst each otherWe inhale, hold our breathTime stopsPulled from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051748/ You are wonderand I am home lyingcurve to curve with youI am myself most next to you,just breathing the same air,and in it, youand in me, youWe share space in this world,a cause worthy of kingand queen, we look outover all, secretly proudto share and express our most, our monument dream,to all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051747/ Holding sleep at bay, body fired by sparksin the mind tied tosecurity - a dreadful thingthat, takes you physicallyinto lapse where the mind'scaretaker drifts, a muddledsleepwalker looking fora bedWhere is its ending?With the universeIt all falls into place ifyou let itIt is muddled mind thatlet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051746/ You are summer wind acrossthe field over meYou are sunlight and sweetstraw where oats trickle out ofmy fingers to dot the ground, grains of imagining, and white cloud puffsstretch to nothingness in theblue forever, and the green oftrees sway lazy in my childhoodYou take me there easily as Ihold you,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1051744/ my thoughts crawllike fire over youLioness,your facile formarchingwhile I press my lipsto youyou grip my armsholding you in place andgasp,moan shameless,profaneyour scent on my breathholds me in place,locked, as I burn inthe fire of yourexpression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027067/ my time-mind wantsprecedencescooping up expressiveparts of me, holding themtoo tightlysome break,smoosh together,crush out ofexistencewhat's left is bereft of things that make timea me-statementfrustrating...I think"to kill time" is notjust a statement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027065/ I sense time,I doparts of me don'tthough, I am oftenlateI sense a limitedtime to write, apart of me says, "put your pen away,the paper in the folder,walk to your car andgo home", never mind thatfish are literallyjumping out of thewater under a moody,cool sky, or thatchildren bounce basketballso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027062/ the others can'tsee our touchhidden fingersliding over the contour of my palmI press backI am hereamong others' laughter andtalk, we steal a sliverof time, express ashared thoughtthen, time movesagain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027060/ I'm waitingin this field of colorI createcan't create you, an image, thought ofyou, memory of yourscent, touch,but you …I don'tknow what you're going to saynext  that thrills meI play memory, shape you in mycolorsit is dishonest, butpleasantI wait…and you comewarmin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027059/ I can't look you in the eyesnot like I want towithout your permissionit would be likekissing youand we aren't therenot on the surfaceunderneath…explicit mysterythe eyesshare..well,maybe just apeck http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027055/ welcome to the worldpuffy colors gatheron the horizon, asunset ofconcentrated orangeover me, a healthyweeping,rain for flowers,sets beauty inmotionlike a play bite toyour skin, engaging usin a ring of touch, stirring the earth fora timethere, overslepta growth of beard in flanneljammi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027054/ we've become socritical,expressing our"rightness", our"order", over othersI didn't askyou don't know mybest path if you don't knowme- and I haven't sharedand I think, by yourcritical gaze,I shall not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027051/ made a call todaydadyour voicetold me this numberwas only to tellthe time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027050/ say "I want you"and I searchno furthersimple, like a poem, committing aworld, a lifetimeI would waitfor youdon't have to speak, it's enough to haveyou know someone isout here who wouldchange his worldfor three words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027048/ leaf rodents scattering across the roadherded by wind as ifchased by somehuge, shapeless predator http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027047/ snuggle yourscentyou're a thoughton me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ming_Rising/1027045/