http://slow.writerscafe.org/chadvonswan The original writings of author Chadvonswan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776176845 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A dire confession confounded in mud and rain, a weathered liquid silent gasp, for strained like the melting sand under the horizon, laughter laughing itself to sleep, like a worm worming himself into a knot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1840657/ She wore a glimmering necklace of steel and emerald tears with a crystal clear vial of my crystalline blood poised below herclavicles and it cracked on the same day that the sky ripped in half and the trees upheaved themselves and my blood dripped down in betwee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1686816/ Her reflection in the neon was colored and illuminating, and she caught herself on the glass but her eyes weren't illuminated, blacked out by a shadows shadow and pupils erupted fissures.  She scratched her iris and contemplated her black coffee, stirred it with her silver spoon, watched it tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1667859/ Sitting in the sun sipping rooted yet already rotted beer, wishing I would have gotten the pink lemonade instead. 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I've only talked to one antipodes in my life." .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1608532/ Influence of sextillion Seeded Stars of trillion Bisected body by splitting legs Shining crescent face Space & eggs Air cars & Water planes Atom wonders inside An apple seed Fruited poison seeks a Wondrous connection Green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1598293/ Starboard Somba nova and all of the sequined sour salts know about the peppered future, firing fixtures fixating on the French and the f*****g philanthropy of possibility..  It's too f*****g early for jazz and bald a******s reverberating out of the speakers beakers and reapers - stiff and blon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1572056/ The TV is still on. There is a commercial on for a war show or something. Two guys run into eachother and their heads collide and implode upon impact. It made me think of when me and Luke fell in the ice yesterday. 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Henry Cooney sighed, and gathered his thoughts together. He continued his speech. “Well, like I was saying, I had noticed a physiological change within myself when I had first bought the phone. I had noticed that th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1509404/ Like a structure in the night she sleeps in steady motion, keen with awareness and bellowing breaths that heave the clouds off of her chest and clear the fog from the visions that play intangibly before her glossy lid-closed eyes. I watch her from distant cactus as she lays in the desert sand swimm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1509363/ The only thing that would have been differentfrom what had happened in the morning is the fact that you have no idea what I'm doing with your life, quelled cerebral, spoon ineligible, weevil issues and a bucket of cider; vinegar chips and the rest of the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chadvonswan/1505827/ She was being argumentative. 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