http://slow.writerscafe.org/desrt2 The original writings of author Christopher Todd Dallas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013751 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dialogue, Film Noire, stylized language http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/510539/ i introduced myselfto your mother yesterdayand theni ate hershe was high on cholesterol40% fatless than 1% of the RDA requirementsandtook too long to cooki left her clothing onlike aluminum foilholding sauceon a game hento keep in the flavorshe had served her family welland her family was well serve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/509384/ In this vision sawa single drop of tearand through that windowwhose visage opaque with fearwas a lupine figure.Such does own the nightand tread on forest floorseeing deepest shadows move in arcane silence, smell as most do seethe very life in nocturn's wake.As leaves do chantand padded feet fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/507332/ A subtle erotic piece and a bit of unstructured rhyme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/506772/ In response and homage to Marie Anzalone: Damascene Steel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/505849/ So falls the snow on laden branches.Treading deeply through winter's curtainthe tracks diverge in two directions.Do I run in broken silence, ordo I walk in measured symphony?While autumn sleeps and spring awaitsthe only sound that carries is that ofsnapping branches; the very life bloodthat feeds it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/505816/ Stream-of-conscious style, in response to Lola Nation's, "Jazz Piano and Where You Left Me." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/503164/ To the rolling fog I give my shadowAnd in that wet enveloping blanketI am comforted.That it should shield me from the worldAnd close me in my own.So that I would know only the soundOf a fire in the hearthAnd the smell of coffeeAnd the feel of dog-eared pagesAs I sit readingAnd the promise of sunligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/502777/ Short Fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/desrt2/497475/