http://slow.writerscafe.org/cptanski The original writings of author Chris T. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776044975 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sukanya dreams from the cradle of Calcuttaof bohemian socialites and their ramshackle cafe-the cornerstone of civilization for an analog zeitgeistshe canonizes Tagore and questions her fatherendures through her schooling by scribblingpoetic musings across the pillars of marketing and associating wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1932500/ I sit alone,trapped in some sear-sucker suit saturated with barrel-aged envy, while you mingle and smile from the side of the bride, sipping carefully on a rosé, or champagne, or pinot, I couldn’t tell, andI didn’t care.You used to be the person who considered fine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1829310/ I haven't written anything in a while, so I guess this is an attempt at SOMETHING. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1588959/  I am the butcher of OxfordThe carcasses of Merriam and Websterbleed out upon my tableFat slabs of thoughtswaiting for their turn to betenderizedhacked atand carvedinto marbled cuts ofrawwordsprepared with a heavy hand offlavorto add layers of complexityand a tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1485994/ Updated and tweaked every few years, never a complete work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1338298/ A social observation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1333732/ The best and worst kind of music is man-made. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1326721/ Part of my world traveling collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1238968/ A rough draft of a poem based on Buffalo, New York, the city I've been in for several years and never felt inspired to write about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/1033181/ A piece for a new collection I am writing called "Journeys" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/974897/ Derp derp read it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/946989/ I tried to capture the bits and pieces of the New York experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/839674/ A man receives an acceptance letter to Hell. This is the letter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/815238/ For an interesting little contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/784204/ Chasing the sun is a profession proctored by thepurposely lostwho go down roads born ofunattended wives and missed birthdaysroutes revealed by "I wonder where this leads?"and the appropriate answer: "Who gives a s**t?"down gravel paths littered with liquor-loaded divessearching for fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/766963/ A fictional account of a horrific event in the style of "discovered documents". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/723198/ A story of obscure love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/710118/ part of my "people" collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/673607/ A Tale of battle and valor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/647029/ Observations in a coffee shop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/642476/ Captured a moment of a friend having a cigarette. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/627704/ The progression of schizophrenia in poetic form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/611249/ Short little piece I churned out after a sunset drive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/587471/ I'm back haha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/558953/ Poetic Prose. Work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/547942/ Her smile is-was innocentTwisted, now wryShe was loved onceOh God, what have you done?Her eyes are-were pureNow blind and reticentShe knew love onceOh God, where has it gone?Her heart is-was warmIs it even there anymore, fleeting?She loved someoneOh God, what has she become?S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/534461/ So please don’t get upsetbut I can sleep only if I have another cigarette or shot of itthe ounce of warmth helps me forgetdripping ash takes guilt with itand the play of not knowingwill slowly be going the same wayWell felonsthey burythe future belowand preac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/533268/ When the money man’s cash citadel crashes, and the anarchicwreckage of agreedy, smoldering society still remains,Picking and prodding through the rubble hoping to stumble upon some funds,There will be no salvation to be salvaged.We’ve been royally screwed!The bureau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/524114/ Radiant needles pierce a burning steepleComb the ashes for a handful of extinguished screamsNew souls seeking divine reposeThose yet living face guilty throesWicked spires and twisted gatesRake the coals for a sight of desecrated dreamsThick smoke still swelling towards the sky.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/523446/ Short. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/511826/ Mr. Sun orchestrates such a fallacious ensemble from his pretentiousvantage point.I ask,” Hey, what’s the view like from up there?”And the heated b*****d bursts into laughter. Above his loyal crew of air-head clouds and envious trees,Mr. Sun reigns sup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/510007/ Look up the title if you don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/503313/ My attempt to write a vampire love story (of sorts). Hope you enjoy it. (~2000 words) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/502404/ Title speaks for itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/500768/ Visual "poetry", going to be painted on a canvas eventually. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/500468/ Read please! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/498903/ The title is meant more as a cruel irony in relation to the piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/497879/ A fool's attempt to say goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/495128/ Another entry in Journeys. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/492535/ Nice, France in 2001I wrote to the world that Iwas doneGlass of red wineIt was only the finestfor meOn narrow streetsI would meettypical uncertainty Overcome byRomantic notionsof poetic oblivionI was overcome bymy poetic oblivion 2002, in ToulouseOnce agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/487884/ Researching for a story turns into a story itself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/486972/ A poetic story about meeting the unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/486538/ She asked for a song. I gave it to her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/486329/ A very short story, easy, should be fun to read. Maybe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/486053/ She let her feet carry her awayThirty days agoand he searched for the rights words to saybut she’ll never knowInvisible penned words asking her to stayRefused to reveal themselves to herHer smiles still lingers warmly in the airbut with a fading glowSurfacing fears as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/485364/ We will flyat the speed of lightCast asideThis world in strifeThere’s no timeLet’s do this rightLet’s take off now for another lifebut there’s no timeThis world’s scaredBlind and seeing red Should we careSoon we’ll all be deadTime .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/485268/    Today is the day I make my mark on history. The words bounce around in my mind as I slip out of my bed onto the stained carpet below. The phrase echoes over and over; today is the day I’ve been waiting for. The timid sun has just begun to peak over a horizon dotted with skyscraper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/483472/ A black comedy/satire about descending into madness with style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/483469/  I have forty dollars to my nameand a death wish so I guessTonight I’m going your wayand when tomorrow comes with the rising sunYou’ll turn to me with a turbid grin and sayYoung man it’s time for you to pay but I’ll beg we go furtherAn acrylic cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/483059/ A rough essay that will delve into the definition of "godless" and make a case for why one of the definitions is outdated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cptanski/479655/