http://slow.writerscafe.org/DaughterNature The original writings of author DaughterNature en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093355 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As a young woman from a small town who moved to the big city, I am every day surprised by the sheer volume of threats to my person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1951312/ This poem is in the ghazal form, which is very repetitive and has an interesting rhyme scheme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1951309/ Another poem about me and that lovely punishment that only women understand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1951306/ I'm one of those unfortunate women whose monthly visit from "Aunt Flo" is truly excruciating. One day I was struck by the terrible irony of the positions I'm forced into while enduring the pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1950118/ Don’t take this the wrong way, but were you ever going toask me out? I wonder about this, sometimes, when I think about you. I thinkabout you at weird, random times when I’m driving down the highway. I thinkabout you when I pass a truck, a bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1947181/ Mom says that first partwas pretty messy, and that I should start at the beginning and keep my thoughtsorganized. Nobody likes a critic.My name is Kara Clarkson.I live in the only human compound I know of. Fifty or so giant metal containersform.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1731417/ The day my mom said,“Okay Kara, next time you can help,” I knew things were going to get better. Isit wrong to get nostalgic about those times? I hated the fear, sure, but thestrength I felt when helping was far better than what we have n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1731408/ Since zombies are becoming such a big thing, I decided to try a zombie novel myself. But this one, I hope, addresses the idea from a fresh angle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1731404/ Back in 2009 I wrote a sci-fi-ish story about a girl in a semi-futuristic society who is touched by a thunderstorm in a deep and meaningful way - this is an off-shoot of that idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1667964/ This might sound a little harsh, but every word is true, taken from real-life experience and observations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1657367/ A book of essays written by a displaced naturalist. This was originally going to be called "Any Path Will Do," but that sounded a little too fatalistic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1657350/ A paradelle is a complicated poetic form most suited to obsessive subjects... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1653039/ I posted this once before, but this is an updated version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1652997/ Started writing this while I was bored at work. Addresses the thing of which I am the most afraid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1645542/ sleeping for6hours pounds in the backand the sides of my head andforces my eyesstaring open and wide,so wide,too wide and big like a sugar glider'sI scarf pastries at breakfastand slurp cherry coke at lunchto keep my stomach fromgrowlingwith syrup and crumbs betweenmy fingers freezing intopatagiumI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1471768/ Reading assorted poetry,sweatingin the train car, ridingbackwardsthrough the dusk,her stop cracklesoverhead.She stuffs thestickybook in her bag,clumpsdown the narrow steps andstands in the door vestibule,tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1359356/ Just onceI’d like to do somethingreally, truly, awfullywrong:sleep in from work,not call Mom,steal something nice,cheat on you with some guy,go out on the town and raise hell,burn down the house,get drunk,get f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1358485/ “I see you did decidethat pants are overrated,”as he stumblesfrom bed,blue-striped boxerswinkingfrom the doorway.He’s going to rescuecinnamon bunsfrom the oven andbring mea glasssweating with mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1358483/ This is almost a ghazal -- but not quite! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1358479/ Quick thousandspromised to us on billboardsand receiptsand 30-second commercials: collect the tokensscratch and match ‘emfill out this surveyplay your cards rightback the best horsebet on all blacklet it r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1358476/ He doesn’t,won’t,can’t shut up,can’t stopthe words from leaving him,the awkward laugh,the nasal voice,and nobody’s listening,but he just can’t stop.This one does it,too,these young m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355546/ Ivy’s not discriminating,Despite what we’ve been told.Not only does it deign to growOn colleges of old,But also on the warehousesThat lurk against the docks,And also on the forest floorAmong the logs and rocks. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355536/ Does it profit me toName all the trees as theyPass by the windows?Will you picture them better if ICall them in Latin,Or will you do just fine with“Trees?”What does it matter if they’reShort or tall,Svelte .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355534/ Isn’t it wonderfully,horriblystrangehow she lumped me in withall of them,yet,they’re the ones whoirritateme the most?Their strangeself-talkingwaiting for others to respondresponding to those notta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355528/ A little wine makes the train so loud,A leak of methane makes the train quite late,A little sun makes the train too bright,Coming home to you makes the train just right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355524/             Nitrogen.            Ni.            Tro.     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1355005/             Location, location, location. It’s so important topick the right place. The perfect place. The best place.            Anticipati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1354983/             The night is cool. I welcome the promise of heat.The night is dark. I welcome the promise of light.            Myeyes widen, pupils .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1354602/ I run my fingers along theedge of the smooth porcelain bathtub. It’s pure, so white and shining, theperfect place to cleanse myself. I grasp the hot knob and twist it, letting thewater gush into the tub. I sprinkled in aromatic salts to sweeten the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1354597/   Slow and on the bottomthey sifT through foodstuffs hidden     bUt withbarbels soon successful      sluRp uptasty mouthfuls.is there Genius in the fish?     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1352698/ Fog creeps low along theriverbank, and I am alone in the sweet glistening darkness. My cargo pantsswish gently as I walk toward the water. I stoop, ever so slowly, and grasp aslippery, moss-covered stone.Careful... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351875/ Are you a professional A*S?My answer would have tobe “yes.”“Profession,” it’s said,is what’s done to getpaid,and so my ASSertion’strue:it’s my definition ofyou. Why did I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351815/ Quickly, thoughts mustfly from me.(Imperative)Swiftly, jumponto the page.(Directive)Hasten, for our timeis short.(Incentive)Working, for towrite our poem.(Objective) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351807/ Forsythia and cherryblossoms blooming:the world turns pink andgold,and my feet trace the oldpaths happily,for now I’ve a hand tohold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351805/ A field of milkweed withits crinolines on show,Stalks of goldenrodsleeping all in a row,And a rose-tinted sky overheadaglow:These are the things thatonly I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351803/ Dance is sanctuary:(really, it’s neat!)you move to the rhythmand groove to the beat,you get to shake yourhipsand kick out your feet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351802/ Piercing blue,sky blue,sparkling-with-joy blue;crisp, clean, clearnewborn stream blue,denim jean blue,bluebird’s wing blue;your eyes aredeep within the meltingsnow blue. While you smile atothers,I smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351801/ I like the way your eyessparkleunder your mop of hair --bright stars winking outfrom under voluminouscurls.I love the way your eyessparklewith mischievous errand --bright, clear hazel orbswinkingwith secret pleasures.I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351799/ Convulsed, I, and twistedin my mind,do roil when darklingshadows circle by.Their winged forms, sosoft in dastardly,come here with hopes ofovertaking me.And with their play, mytreasure, it is lost.So pay I, dearly, trulyfor its c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351794/ I need to clean upthis place: it’s a mess!I can’t find anything inhere;unless it’s back underthe pile in the cornernext to a light thatshines dimly,or scattered amongst thebooksand photographs on thefloor... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351791/ As night doth fall allover heaven’s sphere,I shine so bright withinthe darkened sky;my glow attracts yourcelestial eye.And yet, thoughsimilarities draw near,a chasm filled withdifferences lies hereto separate your goldensh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1351790/ The light shining throughsnow is always a pure, pale blue. It inspires a strange, formless feeling oflove in me whenever I see it. Snow is perfect. Cold. Clear. Clean.I peel my layers off, oneat a time. Coat. Sweater. Pants. Shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1348303/ Flash.Silver sliver dancing inmy fingers. My criss-crossed scarred arm pushes my hand forward, inching closerand closer to the sweet spot. The creamy curve covered in nerves primes for thetouch. That gentle indentation at the base.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1348295/ An old wooden barn is sucha beautiful place, with sunlight sifting through dusty glass panes and thesmell of warm hay all around me. My hair hangs loose and flowing, brushing mybare shoulders with cool shadows.The rope i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1348281/ I pluck the juicy redberries from the branch slowly, one jewel at a time. They are small, plump,oblong, but so smoothly round they roll between my fingers. I place each onedelicately on my pink tongue between my teeth and close my lips around it. I crush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1338917/ I was inspired by a book of Japanese death poetry to turn death into beautiful reading. I hope the mix of seductive and macabre works for you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1338900/ Subject: animal emotions proper.Throughout childhood of watched,Learned, loved, developed. Welcome to learning, animals.I with I discover,Whenever observe with relationships,To conflict those beginTerminology... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1326859/ Tentacles streamingcatch tiny food lazily --sea jellies floating  Oral arms sway likelace in tepid currents fullwith salt, krill, plankton  Rattle shakes, flipperstrip across walkway platform --.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1325170/ Wheel tracks in the carpetfrom his rolling luggage,herb tea, peanut butter,and a blanket that appearsto be made mostly of dog hair:good companions.The cat creeps under the tented blanket,already purring,while the lab begs me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1324749/ This is what I consider my "Hemingway voice," although I mean it without pretenses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DaughterNature/1294761/