http://slow.writerscafe.org/vivianunderhill The original writings of author Vivian Underhill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006823 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a take-off on something that actually did happen to me; up until the end, this is an experience I had as a field technician for the US Geological Survey. Thanks for any comments you might have http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1162886/ Minnesota Love  In the cold winteryou pulled back the leaves that grew from your fingersand tapped your own neck for the syrup of its sap In lumberjack plaid,you frosted the airDrove cigarette spigots into your barka.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1162884/ Desert Love Love, I will give you my happiness.I will slip it into your morning coffee, and in the evening Iwill trade it for your scotch.In the hospital cool, I’ll fill your IV bag full with my joy, andoutside, I will douse you in gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1162883/ The Body, Unsung I was the earth and the sky and my very own sununtilYou sliced your scurvy across my starry nightDug trenches through lands I had yet to discover Oil welled up from the pressure of youstinking of sulfur, my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1161339/ and a tender ache for the beauty of what is in spite of all that is not  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1161338/ When One Scientist Loves Another... When I tell you I love you, I’ll sayour functions are asymptotic,and we approach the same vertical limit from opposite sides. You will understand the gravity of that statement, becauseyou know h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1161336/ How to say Ilove you? What words to use, for a love sofresh English tastes decrepit and seedy? (And that'ssaying a lot, from a writer like me.) The sonnet?A raisinfished out from under the fridge.The haiku?W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1161230/ Inside Voices Poets are prophetsBut in Sunday School I thought I’d hate to be Jesus - The teachers on the playground are never there when you needthem,And kids’ ears don’t need 8 years to listen between thelines and hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vivianunderhill/1161227/