http://slow.writerscafe.org/emscallen The original writings of author Emma Callen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069009 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Water beneath air thick with spiteyou say I must come in.Your bottomless eyes:mypipe dreams. I hold myself on the edge of the docklet mosquitos feasttell them to be gentle. You tell meto write about you and this lakebecause todayyou care about what I love.But the two of you have nothingin common. Ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438721/ The fire-pit an altar you kneel before,praying it will ignite. I know better,  going off the trail to get firewood. Bat’s webbing blackens trees.In the dark, I grope worms slimy like viscera, collect dry wood: light as a stillborn�"smooth.You are still praying when I return. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438719/ Keres: in Greek mythology, a family of female death spirits This is a dialogue between two of the sisters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438716/ youand that forgotten mouth. Despite your steel fingertips, I shook for you, once: the clouds opened like pollen onto the earth, they took me. But your pride rolled in, swallowed me, shook me, weighed me down with hours of rain, hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438713/ you prayfor these lipsmy limbson your chest i restplay the roll, you ringthe bell when you need me, you hatethe sound of myvoice, i hate? most things about you,except for your voice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438712/ The day he dangled me head firstover the balconywas the day my sister fell for him- he knewwhat was dear to her. She knewthey had an affinity: She fallsfor the placebetween life and death" a moment of suspension... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438710/ In silk fit for requiem,he waits for fate, feelsfor sun with trembling eyelash arms, thinkshe hears his brotherbuzzing overhead�"it is just her blue breath, the dripping of venom, the clicking of soft bone. She lic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438709/ Hatshepsut: Queen of Egypt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438706/ Erebus: in Greek mythology, the primordial god of darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438704/ For most of my childhooda foreboding kept mefrom sleep. I’d close my eyes and see tectonic blacktop shifting and cracking, shifting, cracking. Mother hushed me to halcyon with storiesof a howler monkey in Belize, dangling f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438700/ A pale boy waits by the fenceMother tells mehair growsafter you’re dead. There is a scratching at the window,father tucks us into bed.He calls it a tree branch,we call it a tree branch. But I feel the boy tug at my hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1438699/ I wrote this poem junior year- the assignment was to write in Herman Melville's style (which was unusual- he wrote a great deal about war). I oddly enough enjoyed how it turned out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1265159/ when I am completely aloneI drift into my own thoughtsand you do not cross my mind because my affection for youis no comparison to the devotion I have to these words.I am infatuated by how they make me feel. the fidelity, the tenderness, the taste of perfection-I worship .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emscallen/1265029/