http://slow.writerscafe.org/taodaniel The original writings of author d. c. smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031172 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm losing all my blood,But I don't care to tell how http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/502118/ Put all your eggs in one brown basketJump when your friends do, land in a casketWhen you get upset, go and blow a gasketThen ask any question,If you're still alive to ask it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/494176/ Empty basements and friendship braceletsSuburban faces and beer in casesSatin laces and forgotten placesSetting paces with teeth in bracesTall blond girls in tie-dye swirlsHair that curls through finger-twirlsNecks in pearls, like dancing-whirls Lost the world; my heart unfurledPretty smile, you'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/490946/ A gothic introduction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/480594/ So summer does end with old friends forgettingThe sheets and stains and houses for spittingWhen hair loses color and fingers lose lifeOne tooth rots there, two teeth is a knifeThree days stop and three days goTraffic means nothing when you're buried in bonesLittle boy, count to four and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/458190/ I've got a vendetta against the television and its colorsThey stay all night long to join a family eating supperThey sing their sad song about the brave and young soldiers"Look alive, gentlemen, for Death wants sturdy shoulders" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/456221/ Are all men harnessed to the same cold fateTo that of their helpless fathers?And does the sting of whiskey seep into the poresOf a lineage—a generation?Does a cruel hand fall upon an unborn childBefore his father has left his home?Will that chil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/449195/ I feel like you grew up and I stayed hereSee? I’m still wearing these dumb jeansAnd the girls! O World, the girls who filled our mouthsBut my mouth isn’t swollenYou know, my hand is usually what does all of the talkingAnd so I can’t help the whole wallflower thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/434022/ You asked me to pick an apple,I tore down the whole damned tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/431233/ I think I'm going crazy from the morning sunHe laughs at me and mocks me and makes such funI called him to talk, so now we don't keep in touchBut aside from the warmth, I doubt I lost much I think I'm going crazy from the harvest moonWith words to say, behind a back so soo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/428747/ It was Thanksgiving. Like one of those scenes from a commercial selling dishwashers or something. Eating, laughing, praying, dying. My cousin wanted to assert his manhood at the ripe old age of seven, insisting that he should dispense the ketchup onto his own plate by his own hand.  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/428034/ I once spent a summer, like a tempest, so wetDown by the creek, in glossy beads of sweatFor I felled such trees to build a house so far awayThat a bird, with his wings--so happy and so gayCould come through the windows, swallowing glass and then woodTo strike up conversation, to say as muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/422982/ I wrote a book once. It was about summer and big cities and that stuff. The kind of book that can either make you mad or sad. Well, it made me sad, so I tried to forget about it. When I finished writing it, I thought about whether the people in it would know that I wrote it about them, or simply kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/420916/ With these two blue windows...(How?) The world they seeAnd this thatched roof --- goldFor the water, quite steepWhite-washed wallsRed spots from a fireAbandon the halls!Put a sign up for buyers!A chimney rendered uselessA chimney proud and smokelessThe mansions could use thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/419053/ I swear that I once saw a black, night skyDarker than the beard of ConfuciusBut now all I see is a blanket of gray dyeLighted by the hand of pollutionAnd if ever there were diamond stars so brightTo flaunt to the world the sky's wealthI suppose they were no match for commercial flightF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/418303/ Dear Rick Corbin, etc., Tell Father that I laughedTell Mother that I criedBut whatever you doI swear it, tooDon't tell me that I died Love always,Rick Corbin, etc.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/416098/ 5/13/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/409997/ Your leaves were once green,Your berries so redI hung you, it seemed,With ashes on my headYou smelled so sweet,Like perfume in FebruaryI'm the stump of a treeThe girls are gone--none left to marry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/409410/ Dear Aunt Veronica, won't you watch me swing?Won't you push me up higher?--higher, please!Won't you put down Galatians, and attend to my requests?Five pushes--no, four--shall put me above the restThe seat is shrinking, Dear Aunt, so smallStep back and watch me--watch me fall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/409404/ Oh, she wants me to forgetCupcakes and the ingredientsBut, oh, I'll never forgetPreaching civil disobedience Oh, she wants me to cryAs she calls me at 8:15But, oh, I'll never cryI couldn't love her as much as it seemed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/408188/ The space changesAnd the youth changesAnd the dog's face changesAnd the green front yard changesAnd the Chief changesAnd the traffic changesBut the wars don't changeAnd I don't change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/408187/ My mother sits in a homeMy father sits in a bankBut heating and shiningRuling and climbingThe sun, God's glory did make http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taodaniel/408186/