http://slow.writerscafe.org/Prism The original writings of author Evan Winslow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776132573 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Murderous taste,beautiful thing,dance of specters,a continuation,an end,realization of more.Fluid substance twisting to each jar,Cause of all dissonant resolution,without,purpose becomes void. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1249396/ I am the Lusitania,the beginning of the end,brazen model citizen with a deadly secret,an impure interjection into an impure world,death wish from the start.Vacant seas brush, my pieces ashore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1249394/ The train wails,gnarl-toothed warbeast,blindly groping insecurities,  I am Oedipus,sight in self loathing removed,The creature,Bartimaeus,Its call beckons, to submission,but I,continue, blindly as he. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1239196/ I caught a fish today!Well, by accident,You should've seen it!Poor thing pierced through the eye,I let it run free!Hook still there though,It'll just forget anyways,It's just confused,I've got a keeper anyhow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1235328/ Translation of final line: Hushed flows time, always onwards. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234832/ From slumber dawns the wrinkled folds, of the desperate sunrise praying to grasp,the illustrious red arrow of eternity. With heart elegantly pierced,stumbles through the gates of reason,to await the approach,of dusk's violet scythe,shimmering with the distant, extinguished, phantom so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234757/ Awake.With the sign of the cross applies vainous scents,Permeatethe nostrils of virgins nearby,Ritualcleansing to bring good harvest,Iam God on earth,Mercyunto those I love,Pityfor the rest,Loveis just a vessel for personal joy,Feelings,are mere chemicals, I alone contr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234747/ TheNighttrain flew calmly through the chasmous void, gearsentwined, whimpersresounding,through theink of a bleary summer night. Theemptiness beckoned as the Loreli, but, with eyesshut to the distance of the fading ruby lights. Specters ofmechanical rev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234746/ Theempty highway screams in desperation, agonyfrom the grinding wheels, augmentedangst, powerless,savefor intimidation of size alone. Engulfingnature peels back,atthe resounding hiss of tires,knowingtoo well the imminent recession,thatcomes with man's reel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234744/ Weare vultures,clamoringaround the dead with sullen eyes,Thescreams of mothers drown in the din of,callsbegging reassurance and,reason,Nothingmore.Avideyes watch,Broadcastsfrom afar,Repeat,Nothingsaid in a veil of wordsRepeat,Nothingsaid in a veil of words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prism/1234742/