http://slow.writerscafe.org/StormaSire The original writings of author The Blood Poet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028616 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My dear friend Dan passed away of leukemia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192301/ A year in Vancouver, BC, Canada. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192300/ Oldshoes, old schoolsMy soulfelt through my walking feetTheearth speaks to me Hercalling meI takemy shoes off and I walk Walk onground walked by thousand, millionsMillionshave left there imprints on theground I walk onThehero’s journey always b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192260/ I, the misplaced Gazelle hereamong mooseshivering and damp,but determinedto etch out a lifehere in Canada.   My friend, themisplacedZebrashivers with meand we make hot pepper soup and laugh about everything. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192258/ the sacred wounda sacred lifethe wombthat no knifecan cut.The tribemigration deeper into the mountainslooking for the empire of the soul.This empirebuilt on solid groundmade from only the rock ofgroundedwisdom and centered love.Ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192257/ the sacred wounda sacred lifethe wombthat no knifecan cut.The tribemigration deeper into the mountainslooking for the empire of the soul.This empirebuilt on solid groundmade from only the rock ofgroundedwisdom and centered love.Each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192256/ On Wednesday I had anechocardiogram donean ultrasound for theheart to check to make sureeverything was ok. For the first time inmy life I saw my heart beat. Endless, tireless,precious and all mine. The only one I have… looking mortal,delicate, vital a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192255/ as a kid I felt I couldnever catch up with my friendswith my homework physicallyor catch my breatheverything felt like Iwas running up hill all the timelike my body was 3times as heavy as everyone elselike trying to runswiftly underwater while wearing winter cloth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192250/ a strange blue paintinga gurneythe sound of a bloodpressure pumpthe smell of antiseptic an abandoned wheelchairan old woman calls forhelpshe does not know whereshe isshe wonders by again the elevators are slowI took my oxygen maskoff .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192245/ I dreamt I heardsomethingsomeone knocking,but I can never findthe right door. Is it Father time?I so badly need ahealing sleep. There it is againsomeone is knockingor was it myimagination. A shiver up my spine. Is it the Grim Reaper or La Calavera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192244/ Unknown addressI stare atI live inI search forI strivebut cannot divinethe locationof something of minethat will solve all my problems.damb.this location unknownslip of paperpost it noteso importantand cannot find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192243/ A poem about Sickle Cell Anemia. (Previously published in "The Great Black North: Contemporary African Canadian Poetry") http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192239/ Affirmation to poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StormaSire/1192235/