http://slow.writerscafe.org/beaukm The original writings of author Beau Maysey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033885 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1470502/ Written last year, never published. Enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1470468/ Bit of a philosophical, deep-reaching piece, which hopefully doesn't sound pretentious or anything of the sort... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1469608/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1468998/ Novel in consideration about a world on the breaking point of discovering magic and a sorcerer's attempts to do so in the most dramatically catastrophic of ways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1466787/ Wrote this on the way back to Florida from the edge of SC http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1466786/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1463566/ Done for the 'Write me this..." contest. Prompt #2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1458260/ A brief analysis of the Wireman Chapel at Eckerd College. It's been there forever, and I've been here two years, but I've just now thought of how truly bizarre of architecture it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1458133/ Another craft assignment, this one an experiment in unreliable narration and weaving in literary references. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1458069/ Narration craft exercise for creative writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1457964/ Short prose craft assignment for my creative writing class in college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1457938/ Another college-level creative writing project I worked on this last semester. I am aware of the tension in the story, and hope I pulled it off well. Let me know your critiques and suggestions. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1457563/ Story I wrote for my creative writing class. Enjoy, and I'd appreciate help cleaning it up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1457558/ Watching a distant lightning storm move past and wondering what Zeus hungers for- The ground, perhaps? Something different? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1378732/ The smell of rain after a long dry spell (look it up :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1377113/ A poem about Philadelphia, based off the hotel we were staying at http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1376003/ Hypothetical situation in which an astronomer picks up a woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1375911/ A short, calming, almost rustic color poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1374534/ Inspired upon arriving at the national breast/ovarian cancer conference for the nonprofit support organization FORCE. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1374165/ Those prismatic phantasms could end,The ones crawling across the bins,And any text death poems you sendCould outlast your tilt to abyss.This defiance of nature will risk-As we surely savvy by now- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1370647/ I know it's not good to skip about making scenes in a story, but I couldn't resist this skip forward to a later part http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1367907/ Well, lookie at that, I'm actually trying to write a novel. This should be interesting… Started this in summer 2013~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1366809/ 'ban 'ban Caliban http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1345813/ Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1345343/ Written a few years back, and I dusted it off and revised a few parts; enjoy! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1343394/ A harpooned whale trailing fire plumes,As 35 people fell to their tombs. Catastrophe- We thought we'd conquered sky;The doubts- Perhaps we weren't meant to fly.But humankind progressed as often the case,Flew back to the clouds with undying haste.Our copters and jets and military planesAnd most .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1343389/ He paused, hands glue-crusted,Cookie crumbs plastered to his cheeks,And looked down-What was he doing? And why?Well, he was drawing a happy house,It even smiled.No doors for people to walk out,No beds because at night they'd fight,No dining table. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1341798/ Setting inspired by a vacation to Lake Pow, Utah, 5 years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1339259/ From years ago when I went on a vacation with my parents to Utah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1336466/ Inspired by listening to Morning Parade's 'Alienation' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1335261/ A response to my father's song that he wrote about me, called "My Son Shines" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1335095/ Not sure where this came from but here's a poem about war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1334468/ Facing a wide gap, two people look to the other side. The man kicks stones about and prepares to jump. The woman calculates another move. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1334283/ Will you be the raccoon stumbling at day?-Through poppies in a stupor, frothy haze;Beneath the shoe-strung wires on paradeThat carry into the horizon where they fade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1333603/ Two men One goal One man Two falls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1333424/ Looking across the water at our school's chapel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1330173/ I've never ventured graveyards,To hear those somber souls,To gain a sense of emptiness,That none alive controls.Yet I have seen the faint glowOf midnight will-o-wisps,The blinking flame of fireflies,Buzz softly in their bliss. We topple rocks for answers,And ghost gleams that perplex,In life we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1329821/ My roommate no longer talks to me, disenchanted from having to live with me for so long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1329238/ Edited version of previous poem 'Frame the Sky'; any better? less vague? was better originally? let me know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1329215/ Observations on the moon and its phases led to this experimental poem. The moon here is a strong but silent and self-doubting lady. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1328701/ So, SO many people write sexual passion poetry, so I decided to chime in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1326906/ A Christian priest approaches the end. The End approaches a Christian priest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1326827/ Done today in the midst of a Tornado Warning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1325573/ Replacement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1323909/ Poem about feminism and the color red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1323751/ A grave visage he couldn't smile away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1323708/ The burden of seeing is but a prelude to the gift of blindness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1323701/ For a 6-word contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1323072/ It was my best friend who first told me that we all wear masks for different people and situations. Now it's all I hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beaukm/1322385/