http://slow.writerscafe.org/NickGranger The original writings of author Nick Granger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190603 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Republicans play hide and seek     with fascismDemocrats play it     with communism Puffing on the corpse of SocratesI got nothingWhat is the state?  [This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/438707/ Apostolic succession advances On the couch     I noticeDead clock     on white wall Clutter all around Dead logic on gray bulkClutter in the physics Nothing is incoherentMeaning and quality are not the sameBut,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/436685/ I am the dog headed apeHowling at the black lakeFrom inside the belly     of ApophisThrough the jerking throat of Setesh Virtue of authentic primateAnd all the stars of Osiris     run dry Aged,     felled fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/436681/ All the architects of virgin temples are deadSpartans have killed them for the sake of envy Though Hestia's fire burns in this body's focal placeThese bricks are plasticAnd this table cloth beneath my hand and elbow binds no gone Pharoah     or priest of Ra&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/436673/ ADM VHVHThis sticky finger's gravity     outweighs Yarah, Mene, Lebana, SeleneThis ego of archaic orgy     shines brighter in my eyes     than Utu, Helios, Shamash, Apollo I know the truth     and ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/436275/ Tarry fluid of the ancient deepSquid and oil     of preformation wrapped in sleep HypnosMorpheusChaosNyx Arise to the surface     upstream over Styx HadesCharonPersephoneErebos Awaken imagesAwaken &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435998/ Who is the husband     of Queen of Heaven The master of the house is sleepSleep? All those waiting and watching     in rapt anticipation Eros penetrates farce of veilingPhilos reveilingAgapos neither veiling  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435989/ This I is the two that swells the strictureYour I is the two that forms the cross Impish theology of the most revered     the structure     dead now The essence     alive now Witnesses gnashing through the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435987/ After the sun has diedI look at the luminescence of animism The color green as artifice is not greenThe flowers in my mother's pot are white, yellow, and orange     but, they lie in sequester and the boundary of  cylinder This boundary is bondage&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435984/ How do I know you? One blade of grass     among countless edges     and frontiers of remembering Under bare feetConsciousness is defined "How do I love thee"Because I know you     and many time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435971/ Eyes converge on the bridge of Gnosis Possession of the ancient riteProfane Invective social satire of fondling black robed excrement Circle of the severed headIn rebellionAnd all the neopagans worship in vainThe sacred five-sparked symbolUnless they give birth i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435969/ How are you? Muddied are these water wheels. How is your practice? I practice this.  [This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435967/ Original flame of ZoroasterIn opposition to church doctrine Through images     molten and occultI seek to give birth to myselfUncensored I stumble in wood chipper loose cloth agony split secondAnd this dead thing pumps on-     so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435966/ Arthur-     come here and listen! Irresolvable stoneNo tools may conquer itIdeas surrounding it     breeding more and more Ideas within the crescent of western gateTools of the east and future-     impotent and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435963/ Dropping ethnocentricityIs not the power of these strings of Hekate Vacant But rich in feeling Richer in ideas than actionsEvery letter veils the truth I see only lettersAnd spaces thick with dreaming  [This is for public viewing, though not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435934/ Pushing the gates of ErebosStill pushing The sun continues to riseToward Hades and Hemmingway Not the creator of soulsBut how rich are his vaults     unending  [This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435926/ In the way that a man of Greek descent loves Hellene     I love Anne Sexton In the way that representations are the foolishnes of thought     I love Anne into naught In the way that coming into this world hates and loves death &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435920/ Desires are manyFour days onward     in signs and omens Falling like stars     in Latin etymologyPassions egregious     even of Christ and Babylon Metaphysical poets articulate     through c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435898/ Even the basest is transcendentSublime Lunar eclipse is everyday seeing Where is the sun? Real stars are nowhere to be seen     since Ptolemy was read askew Once upon a time in alchemy  [This is for public viewing, though no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435894/ BailzaibawbMorphing configurations of swarming flies     that sting and bite "Legion onoma moi oti polloi esmen" The perception of ego converging     as ideal shapes a prioriIn this age and thatLike clouds  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435430/ Sadness of precipiceTilting toward either direction     the egg will shatter at the end of falling Alice!Goddess!     daughterish wife of Hades How many kernels must die in the husk? Burnished plate of offering is emptyDo y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435425/ All the flies of existentialism     sticking in the web of nihilismAll the moths of religion     soaring into the candle's flame Not being inside the woman     opens the jaw of this philosophyNot killing the man &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435424/ UnfurrowedThis brain into perfect orb These offspring seek only to furrowUnlicensed These vampiric ejaculationsOffspring     seeking only to arise UnknownThe source of what is called life This offspring does not arise  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435414/ Is there a way to makePeace between bitter sacramentOf God's very own knowingAnd this place of wandering Many are the things I keepIn my pocketsAnd need for purchasing andUnlocking the doors that noWise man or woman everThought necessary It was yesterday thatI was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435411/ Primal fireErections of spirit and matterThey are oneMost High BoneBloodMagic and freedom  [This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435410/ Whole worlds curvingCarving the space intoMatter that is notStill it seems present Holes of what is seenAre curvatures of spaceUnending worlds carvingThe matter into form The ocean of PoseidonIs the unseen sky of time Man is and woman is notThe all of seami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435407/ Mourning the desolate face of warCreation-     pardon no thing Life is endlessAnd death is war     and all that exists     in the time of cognitive abyss Yet there is this desire     that fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435405/ Rings of rainbowsInterlockedSpiraling in the ears, eyes, and fingers     of St. Thomas PsychedelicQabalisticTherapeutic  [This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435349/ In the black of her private soul     she is agelessDark drops of knowing spirit     penetrate the camera's lens In convention of coffee shop     her mystery is expressed uncensored To no one   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435345/ Daylight near the earth whereI stand among subterraneanCanopy of purple morning gloriesSpattered in deep green leavesAnd upward into blue One crow in the distance I remaining in shadowGazing and recedingResisting the sun Looking at the crow Neurastheni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435328/ CainThe artistDisinheritedMaster of ceremonies The phantom wishes to writeNo wordsAlthough you read them GurglingDeath rattlingA current; a riverOr perhaps     the currency of blood     called shame and sin and life&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435254/ Great beetle     of witching hourSparking in membrane of heaven     unformedNot contending     from neither side arisingChavah unendingNo motherforkers welcomed     into this bit of informationAt the do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435251/ Ice cold poison     dripping down my lipIn the heat of Los Angeles County SummerOh that the poison were quicker     and more directPoison describes every thought     and every censor of my thoughtDoes any of this evoke the sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickGranger/435236/