http://slow.writerscafe.org/Faryn The original writings of author faryn wolff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006265 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For my son who lives in Heaven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2860390/ 2019 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761195/ 2019 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761004/ 2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761003/ 2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761002/ 2019 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761001/ 2019 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2761000/ Calypso sat beside me breathing heavilytossing trash can lids down a hill intothe blazing face of the setting sunwhile I sat wild eyed & nervousweaving daises discreetlymind whirling & screaminglike steaming soup stirring over a crackling fire in a deep hearthI’m not trapped on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2760999/ Lifetimes of words andI don't wanna say themor hear them or see themno more, only the howlinof hounds in the distanceWoodpeckers, chickadeesscattering seeds in the snowAnd would I could I once morestand in the dust and silenceof the electrical Sonoran sunsetWarm beer bottle & harvest moonlightCo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/2760995/ every time you turn around, something is looking over your shoulder.the sidewalks are scraped and saltedtrudging bare feet on cold concrete.smoke rises & touches the sky.something is always catching you the wrong way;it must be an old song on the radio.my heart is beating out of syncwith what&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1728467/ muddied frog waterdroplets hissing on a hotplate.every grave-eyed investorengraving his namein the brick & mortarof cold water flats.the chapels ring their bellsall throughout the evening.mothers fling their pay stubsin disgust.the clergymen are flooding the streetshumming medieval hym.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1724724/ i am myth here, in the shadow the pearl of my heartmined by lamplightjasmine and willow partedby the painter’s skilled handthe damp cry of hysteriawandering from shells and stalactiteswhere life should be howlingwhere ivy is knotted like threadyou have divedand you have dived deeplyinto the sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1721913/ empty dresses parading down the streetfarmland rolling around my anklesI’ve leapt from the tower screaming to the setting sunaching heat, cement poured in my bellylips parted, weeds tucked betweenmy teeththe church yawns at meand the pews are crowdedwith visitors from realms I can't comprehend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1721910/ this language of the streets haunts methis corpse, too heavythis bag of bones i carrythe lean meat between ribson the edge of rebellionashes block my airwayssome wraiths are shimmering abovei stand with my eyes closedhand hot in the coalsthis shelter touches the sky & tremblesrusty land of Alcat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1719184/ brasstown tacks & the middle of my backcracked in so many placesi spread myself away from understandingi undergo change, then i unroll againsweep & smear my ash across the floorshanty shack shaking on its foundationsthe water is thick with tar, dip, and spitcan’t light a coal in the ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1719177/ this world is an intersectionof geometry light and movementi watch this confluenceof thought and matter;the tones of argumentary display, coating film across the surfacei can pass through all hours and all continentsas time and distance is meaninglessa spell is a motion within the wristand a space w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1716443/ modern haiku??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1716442/ do you only go so faras you go? when spiritshapes your every movementwhen the cradle of your heartis bone and ligament craftedby the womb of ancient goddess?the oracle who sings tomoon crater and bedspringsor who is haunted by the skylinein a cold city howling to distant sisters.the candle burns unt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1714104/ a folk tale, a getaway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1712112/ These words take me back to a scene I’ve never set foot inhomestead perched over the horizoncracked and burned lattice circling the pig pencomfort, hastily soughtunderstanding, warily soI face the wind like all the sailorswhose shoes are laced around their necksprairie dogs jumping t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1711020/ prosetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1704859/ Back when we carefully taped plastic over the cold windowpanes:hibiscus, sagegreen & raspberry teasteeping long into the afternoonspast the time i rouseto shake the windowsthat old blind crow followed me through fogi still hearhis rustling dragging  crooked wingscraping the sidewalklike a d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1699432/ although the saltof the earth kissedmy lips i criedan aching undertowi didn't know what to expectshipwreckeddrunken southern hollerat the setting suni couldn't keep myself waitingbones rollingpast midnightinto a softer reveriei told youin secrecy thru statici lit every last nerveand traile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1567151/ today a shadow walked out of the blueand said bet you wish your were less like the moonwhich strikes across your shouldersheavy handedcut throat of sorrowi watched these stories wash away in the wind, listenan old confidantwhispering of past sinbrushed from their lipsteeth stained by midnight's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1567147/ rough draft. stream o' consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1550831/ faces gleaming thru cigarette smoke;the air tastes like echoesthe world reaches formy graspand slips, synapses misfireleaves paintedagainst skystreetlight hurled like knifei am pouredinto static,returned to the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1547347/ i've done this beforestuck my head out the doorand found blood on the porchcity raccoondug under the coopand wrung my city hen's neck--squash blossoms, sprawling lavender and minttossed a handful of seedand forgot about it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1547328/ the moon is howling at me for a change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1517410/ Every once in awhile,a winter morning flies out like a sparrowand cuts on the faceRocky Face, Georgia where I left my battering ramBy that, I mean I stopped my fightingand i began my running away.Thanks for the heyday. Here's another mayday to write down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1492338/ divinity - a clandestine, borderline engagement with the absurd.an uninterrupted affairsettles matters in the palmsof my hands. an honest cut,an honest exchange. born blue in my lungs, fire ravaging my mind -my song shudders the earth. the heavens weep with me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1484726/ the face of the Unborn compelled me awake.i was blind and then it appearedunblinking in vision.a thunderbirdwailed up my spine and stretched me across dimension. no soft serenade,i’ve been far flungand found myself along the way.now i keep my incarnations safe within me.you must open .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1479398/ wroughtmy spine from cold iron cagein mind’s eye, i’ll slide sidewaysthru this dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1479390/ used to, i couldbarter for shadow,exchange thru cupped hand  secrets of nightmare.now, no suchmedium need be:  it’s silencewho speaks for shadow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1477722/ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1475297/ visions of Pan dancing and ripe winespilling in the sun-soaked alleyway.there is no voice, no reckoning inthe courtyard. side step the pigeons basking in the glow. follow it home to remember a day of cold rain and Zeus' fury striking from the mountains.remember the thunder in your hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1473501/ writing madness,the old archetype of dawn.before daybreak,i’ll break my bones, realign, and splinter to mend.i’ll become all that i fearand just as quickly,a singular golden thought will peak from the sludge  and quietly blossom from the undergrowth.a wild desire strickenf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1470795/ every morning,the waves wash away the ash and splinter of a home i’ve never known. it’s that simple. the night tide brings it back to life andit bleeds on the blanketswhere it heaves for breath, awaiting understanding.i coulda told you long ago that my hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1470794/ i throw it away but something in the treeskeeps pitching it back to me.do you think this matters?the way i've turned this all in my head and watched the gears stick and shatterdo you think a cold cupof coffee is going tohold my weight for me?see, this human body wears and tears u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1470782/ This is the weight of my existence. A meandering madness trailing me and tripping my feet. A longing for belonging but I’m accepting the pain so I might fully realize and appreciate pleasure. Perspective being I need to be clear headed and empty handed. Heart overflowing, but it's truthfully, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1470772/ I've always been crowdedby the terror & weightof the invisible.the cloudy glass of wateron my bedside table  overflowing from old ideals. the running tidesare borrowed from a scribeand measured to scale.you'll never knowthe weight of my existence.you'll never know the wordsthat scrape .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1463951/ i am the coyote pacing in the shadow of the gnarled oak.i am the deer carcassstrewn about the wet leaves and damp soil.i am the cold glowing of the moon,the humming of wind through pine needles,the hushing rushing of the creek after rainfall.remember, the mosscrawled up my spine andsoftened my mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1463547/ i saw you twice today.you’re just like me, baby.you got smoke in your eyes.next summer, i’ll pin my clothing up to dry.i’ll grow my hair down past my shoulders.for now, please respect my silence.the coyote takes caution as the bear passes by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1450125/ transience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1446859/ prosetry/journal/stream of conscioussness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1425754/ journal/prosetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1424847/ prosetry/stream o consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1421212/ journal/stream o consciousness/ prosetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1421063/ prosetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1399627/ whiskey and cold dew in the moonlightcigarette butts strewn around my feet i don’t want this sinking chill in my bonesi don't want this unease orparanoiai don’t want anything God has given me.no more sea scum in my showerno more dirty sheets wrapped around my feetno more clocks tick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1397043/ this is why i strike the matchso fiercelyfor i’m borne of flame and emberi burn fleshi char bonei scavenge in the ruins of my own psychei dig deeply and claw it all out in clenched fistsi am a woman of fire and i willrebuild myself through soot and ash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faryn/1396555/