http://slow.writerscafe.org/Izzy987 The original writings of author Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224544 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't sleep.The floors rise upand touch my face.I revolve quickly.I am a rolling, red ball.My body is raw and pricklyBeneath its wet blanket of skin.I am standing on the rooftop,Naked, the flowers climb the guttersTo lick my cheeks.My arms are lifted.I drink the sky; it is heavyAnd thick, and warm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/654401/ I am at the balcony of my eyelashes,where the lightning flashes brightest.Where the sun creeps in withnarrow fingers andclaws at my eyes.I have devoured thehop frog and hissticky toes. He croakswithin my belly. I am the madwoman amongthe stones of the river.Here is my flowing cloak. Itshines in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/654399/ I wrote these all one day--each one at different times. One morning, I saw three bluebirds playing in a tree, and bluebirds, to me, symbolize luck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641088/ I cast my sidelong glancespraying I wont see  youseeing me. Praying you won't [be] tearing out my heartWhen I look again.Hoping that smiledoesn't betray me,that laughdoesn't leaveme alone and lefthere--solitary. I cast my glanceslike line into the sealike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641085/ Your shadow kisses mine:Two young lovers on a benchflanked by the sun. Early morning sleep stillin the corners of his eyes,her nose-tip red from early morningchillSets the scene. They murmur to each otherin a language all their ownthat no one understands: W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641081/ We sleepWe liveWe make loveWe laugh--become one.  We holdWe touchWe kissWe push and pull. We write and drawand singfor all the World. We tease and fussWe fightWe loveWe f**k. Touch eye to eyemouth to lips--Become vines intertwined.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641079/ I peer outfrom my viewfinderwaiting for that footfall.Perhaps to capture that long legsmid-stride, a leaf falling,a red sunset. It is my eye that perceivesthe worldin color, in shape, in the smudgy blurs of peoplehastening to uncertain destinations. I am but scene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641074/ My lover is a beautifulstatue;His body is carved, whitemarble andhis hair is a softthatch in which I hide. My lover is a warm weight,A delicious heat againstmy naked skin.My heart beats withinhim unknown, andwhen separated burns through my chestthe pain--the pain is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641069/ This piece originally had no title. However, there was a sketch of a ribbon on the page to its left, so I titled it after the sketch. Original, yes? :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641063/ I would touch you to but take it all away. If only for a brief moment where you felt FREE. Free of anger or sadness--of despair. I would hold it withing and never give it back.  My man,my Being,My whole Heart.Anger flows through himand into me.Heat uncoils all aroundA white-hot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641062/ Blue sky,New sky,New trees and grassAnd sidewalk. No smoke, no firehold hands when we feel tiredof walking, of waitingin linesand getting lostand found again. New weight on my back.New path to trekand trying something newevery day. Stop. Let my lu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641057/ My yoni, my temple,my gates of flesh.Here is where I becomethe Creator, the Mother. Here is where I become a fruitful Earth, a Hollow gourd to be filled with the first stirrings of Life. Here lies my untilled soil,Where my Garden blooms. My yoni, my stronghol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641054/ Today I shed my skin.Took a breath and blew away, a dandelion puff in the wind. Today I let go of yesterday,unclenched my hands and let it fall to the ground. I tugged the zipperat the top of my head and drew it down--I pulled the cork from my eyes.I poured out of mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/641052/ My eyes are closed,hair floating freely in a dark halo around my head.I am buoyed up on warm currents-- the gentle nudging hands of this female elementflow all around me, beneath me, framing my face and encompassing my Self. 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I was upset and it felt like things around me were circling and closing in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/516533/ I wrote this on the spur of the moment, on a night when I really just wanted to be by myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/516207/ I wrote this following a U.I.L meeting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/514918/ I wrote this a while back..I think I was reading a Rice novel at the time or maybe something to do with creationism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/514917/ I wrote this one day on (you guessed it) a rainy day during a particularly beautiful thunderstorm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Izzy987/514912/ I wrote this after reading a book called Better Than Running At Night. 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