http://slow.writerscafe.org/drwilseyjr The original writings of author D.R. Wilsey Jr. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972850 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The music is coming in through thestaticand it reminds me of the time I couldbarelymake out your form through the rainas I sat waiting for the raggedwaitress whosmoked too much to fill my coffee.Neon signs distorted by oceans onwindow panesflickered and buzzed while taxis sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/604577/ I strike a match as Wagner builds to a magnificent crescendoand light the wicks protruding from their waxen prisons.The flame flickers and stumbles down the matchstickuntil the heat bites my flesh.A pleasing burn.I think of a monk bathed in flame andenvy him.How.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/604056/ My bedroom smells of bourbonas I lie on the sheets readingMilosz and Bukowski.Those men are asdifferent from one another as any two poets could be.    A car passes on the road outside my windowas a fall breeze climbs in through the screen and lies beside me.   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/603227/ A final decision about the big, black box. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/603223/ It's just one of those nights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/602416/ I revisited an old thought I had some time ago and expanded upon it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/602077/ Inspired by photos of my grandfather. A man whom I never knew, but wish I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/601684/ Inspired by a man who I work with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/601650/ This is the first piece of what I can only assume is many that will be inspired by my true happiness in this life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/600081/ I must thank a dear friend of mine for the inspiration of this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/568048/    It was late morning. Early morning? I'm not really sure what you would call it anymore. I had lost trackof time on an unemployed non-schedule. The only concept of time I had any grasp on was the rising and falling of the sun.   I had been out with a group of wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/566611/ I was inspired to recall this moment after reading Monica Abigail's poem "Singing". 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It's simply a brief moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/538596/ what are these but futile attemptsto recreate the soulpassion and mindin paragraph, wordsletterspen strokesclacking keysbreath of lifeheartbeat of a writerpumping inkdesperately tryingto stir the emberscreate the fireawaken love in anotheror, to transformsalty, sorrowful tearsto ink a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/517838/ A small thought about something much larger in my past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/517714/ black white, black white  over again in a dancevoices sing in unison alone scream from their box or weepblack white, black white  make them sing your furious dancespill their voices toward medance on black whitesing to me singin beautiful unison or sad songs solo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/516617/ cold, kiss of night touch my facekiss me as she once didthat love of mine which she not feltand her waist I touchnot feeling my heat or passiona touch which meant life to mecould not stir it in youyou'd smile and sighand I'd laugh only to hidethe distance I felt from youwhen wanting nothing but to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/516606/ wanting my fingers to dance across your thighslike Jarrett gliding soulfully across the keysto sip your sweetness from your lipsand know the calming taste of youa warm tea of beauty and soula Coltrane cutsweet notes of desirebut I pace back and forthacross your apartm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/515306/ Incredible. The way she flaunts those Barbie-doll tits my way. And I ignore her. Boring. Lifeless. Another tramp who can't understand why any man would refuse to wet his dick in her. That's why she works it. She can't accept the fact that she's so damn perfect she's boring.Give me a woman .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/515206/ Another failed attempt at romance. It's almost comical now. I jump into something so quick with someone that I know doesn't interest me enough. As if I just choose to settle for something less than perfect. Not perfect in the general sense, but perfect for me. I made her cry by telling her the truth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/515012/ On a Winter day in Montauk, memories and boats sailed off into the horizon as new ones were brought in by the waves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drwilseyjr/503745/ This was one of the poems I had saved from my previous account on here. 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