http://slow.writerscafe.org/NJhartman The original writings of author N.J.Hartman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106177 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Having squeezed out from under the neighbor’s gate like Peter Rabbit, he raises himself up from the dirt, the grass, and pebbles of asphalt from the loose pavement. The light from the porch on the side of the house glows in the driveway, bright against the star-spangled school night. A warm f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1714423/ A horse, trek-less and undetermined, gallops, forming a cloud of grain and dust; galloping through a field of wheat. It moves without destination, not as though without restraint or for the sake of expanding an enclosure, but moving where the movement dispossesses the hooves from the earth and the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1528686/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streams of fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night, and descended into the steep fjord below. Fires hissed here and there in the blasted foundation of the building at the top of the mountain, and bespeckled the distance between the almost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1407772/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streams of fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night, and descended into the steep fjord below. Fires hissed here and there in the blasted foundation of the building at the top of the mountain, and bespeckled the distance between the almost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1382494/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streams of fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night, and descended into the steep fjord below. Fires hissed here and there in the blasted foundation of the building at the top of the mountain, and bespeckled the distance between the almost-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1379503/ Magical Realism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1363812/ Magical Realism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1359571/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streams of fire-cracker yellowand aluminum blue went shooting across the night. Industrial sized mixingbowls, gears, molten steel beams and woodwork catapulted ablaze into the air, andslowly descended into the steep fjord below. Stray dogs perked up their ears i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1330066/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streamsof fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night.Industrial sized mixing bowls, gears, molten steel beams and woodworkcatapulted ablaze into the air, descending into the steep fjord below. A fewstray dogs perked up their ears in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1288320/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streamsof fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night.Industrial sized mixing bowls, gears, molten steel beams and woodworkcatapulted ablaze into the air, descending into the steep fjord below. A fewstray dogs perked up their ears in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1288315/ A horse gallops. Galloping, forming a cloud of grain and dust, trek-less and undetermined; galloping through a field of wheat. Galloping without destination, not as though without restraint or for the sake of expanding an enclosure, but moving where the movement dispossesses the hooves from the ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1273545/ Faulknerese, stream of conscious, Gogolesque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1269881/ In poker it’s better to have had and pretended not to havethan to have not had and pretended to. Luck seems to have a lot more to do withhaving had it than gaining it by any other means, though sometimes it will findyou having had it a long time thinking or having thought you never did u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1268180/ Midsummer. The air is not filled with the abandon of acity-scape where a singular shoe clacking against the pavement in the twilighthours would clack as if to strike a match against a matchbox to the sound andthe noise of motors, metal, and words that echo in caverns of concrete andcaffeine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1264329/ Do you remember that night, my brotherWhen those street lamps bullied the stars awayAs we raced forever through that vacant lot? When wanting coconut sodas, we lookedTo each other to ask: shall the loser pay?Do you remember that night, good brother? It was long ago when we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1260478/ Remember, remember the breath of wormsWhen rage seems fitting, think, RaskolnikovKill karma and know that the deed returnsYouth preserved, therein, mortality churnsThough the label seems to be written offRemember, remember the breath of wormsThe father, my stars, rests in peace, yet yearnsFor more t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1260477/ Fankenstein-esque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1260473/ Street Zen                                               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1260467/ Notesfrom the Orangutan Interrogation Anorangutan escapes the zoo When from his artificial jungle Plastic palms tilt into the elephantenclosure.  An underground portal opens Andvacuums up the early morning voodoo mistspongingdownward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1260465/ The chocolate factory exploded. Streamsof fire-cracker yellow and aluminum blue went shooting across the night.Industrial sized mixing bowls, gears, molten steel beams and woodworkcatapulted ablaze into the air, descending into the steep fjord below. A fewstray dogs perked up their ears in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1259550/ Experiment: Magical Realism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1259547/  Having loved her oncewas like entering a roomwith a hat warmly on myhead and then having left without it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1234817/  A gambler               A kingA camera               A carpetRed and white        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1234816/ Hush goes thelight            silent, dark, and beautifuland the cavernsof being are illuminated            briefly, briefly      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1234815/              yellow morning            a misremembered dream                grey kitchen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1234812/ Each hour I tripover happiness and fall to youChariot ofwallpaper, retreating to the iron dream. The night iscool and I remember you,Rolling in thedarkroom,Tall andflapping in the chemicals of light.          &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1234811/ You are the thing I love in the hour of bandits,A wet piano key in the infinite volcano. Of all the things that converge in the shape of youWoman of gunpowder seed,Of the autumn flower, of starsPressed between my hands,Woman, you are first The eyelids of a planet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NJhartman/1233397/