http://slow.writerscafe.org/rfvrabel The original writings of author Rebekah Faith Vrabel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776369612 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Last OneRoll your eyeslike dice, andthey keep rolling.Spinning along,watching all the pain stickinginto your snake eyes. Slighting the stingthat you rest upon:Your family…Your culture…Your gender…Your elders…Yourself…And for someone so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/339995/ The Tub is OverflowingRinse and rewind.Play that part again,the one from eleven years ago,when a ten-year-old me was holdingyour thirty-five-year-old hand. I didn’t cry at my grandmother’s funeral untilyou were in the other room:crying above the leftover stale cookies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/339992/ Autumn Thoughts.I came here to walk at dusk and letthe moon reflect off my teeth.I wanted to feel my heart beat and watch my brain sprout a tree.There was so much ambition and excitement. My angry alarm could only sigh as I woke before its screeching. Now I stare at the moonshine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/339987/ FlorenceHundreds of heels clickingkissing cobblestonekeeping time with a ruby accordion.Bride holding rhythm with Groomin the shadow of a bronze giant.A place where thunder precedes lighteningand rain pops out of your skin.RFV May 2008  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286137/ Philosophy of ScribblesThis is the assumptionof the pen to the paperrooted in the musclesthat is pulling it across:this language has notranslation.What is conceived in the mindis strained until it hits the paper.There is no key for the emotions as they are feltin the breast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286136/ Burning of the WitchA film of smoke makesmy reflection hazy asthe stake burns beneath me.The end of my lipsrise and I can't rememberwhat that is called.A rope of men bind my handsto the pole poking me and yellingobscenities.The air smells of ancient flowersseeping into copper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286134/ Forgotten SilkWords from a previous penshadow themselves like shy ghostsupon this wrinkled page.Food, flower and winemotivate the wordsmithto cover them like silkscarves on rocks.RFV May 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286132/ Naked StormEvery sensual aspectcaresses the night.The intoxicating scentof earth: moist and readyby the liquid that seeps into Her.Flash of light that renders me ignorant of time and place.A lingering percussionas Her blood returns from His grey heart:a moan, a shudder.Thun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286130/ Emerging from Emptiness Seeing the sunafter a decade of dim.Thunder throbbingmy heart from thevibrations of yourvoice.Tingling taking overmy tongue and heat licking my lips like crimson lipstick. Shivers from the circlesyou make on my skinwith your fingers like fine a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286129/ Bitter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286128/ Drinking All of MeLike a forgotten tea bagfloating in brown liquid.Soggy with your red intentions.Steeping forever -- the boiling water now frozenfrom being in the shadefor too long.Waiting for you to evaporateand leave me brittle.Clinging to the side ofthis chipped blue mug. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfvrabel/286126/