http://slow.writerscafe.org/Svenny61 The original writings of author Svenny en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775428108 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not a part of the Icelandic trilogy, but I've become quite homesick recently, so I wrote this to stave it off for a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/759606/ Second of three poems written about my trip to Iceland. This one was written in the East Fjords about the hydro electric dam there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/759604/ I'm on a trip in Iceland and this is the first of a trilogy written about the places I visit. This one is about the West Fjords. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/759602/ Just sitting by the river, noticing the life around me. Doesn't feel quite right yet so any kind of advice, criticism or support is welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/581700/ song writting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/507985/ Lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/467309/   Stretched out on my quilted bedbathed in total darknessInside burns an infernoNot one made by man, machine or natureThese flames flicker from the hearteating from the inside I crave to scream, but,fear of flames flickering‘cross my tongueholds me si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/429622/ Glued to the crimson leather chairby the sweat leaking from my spine.I smear my hands on my jeans,and clench the plastic tightly. Bathed in a radioactive blue,I’m parked in otherwise darkness.Eyes pried open, slouched in the recliner.The cord running from my hand sucks my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/412503/  whip cracks downBlood streams from my gashesMy screams curdle with anguishTears roll down my puffy cheeksConfused, is the crowd,as no criime was committedYour crazed eyes partakeBloodthirstyCraving my pain.A smile flashes 'cross your faceMy screams, your delight,your ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/412337/ Here I standwaitingfreezingmy teeth chattering, chilled to the boneI wait anywaysMy only choiceI'm trying to help,I know its no good I hope it hurries.I look the other way, and seethe world, once covered in a gleaming white,PristineWe've destroyed it,with concrete, g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/412335/ The whistle blowsfar awayIt's through a fog I gaze upon the room,couch covered in broken pretzels,table swarmed by empty cans I right myself to clear the crumbstwist backwardsto unkink my muscles I think of this paradoxa feeling of triumph and victorybut on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Svenny61/412334/