http://slow.writerscafe.org/Redbull1978 The original writings of author J. Randall Dodd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978338 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my mother spent many nights weaving strings of coloredsilk into my hairthat glint of streaked silver and braided bronzeand the beads or the charms or the mother of pearlclinking together as i swung my hair wildly in circular fashionsthose pure joysgained from simple things and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/605029/ pray and peer inside the depths of my darkness,the coldest grey and chill of night beneath this stoneslab in this act, find warmth,for my heart still beats and burns for you your tired slumber and restless waking is disconcerting allow me to comfort yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/602490/ beneath the printbehind the plotbeyond the tears and  the back-room cheersan echo--my echoi was herei am deadeverything has changed  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/588738/ I often wish for days gone pastwhen seconds held no swaywhen the concepts of time went undiscoveredthe struggle tween momentswas marked only through battles of suns and moonswhen the ageing hand held no watch you therethe reader that is readingdo you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/579512/ Look deep into the evening pool of silencethe distilled quiet of reflectionsforget and forget the forgettingbeingnot the supposition of being http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/579488/ mottled scribbles, chaotic symbols     i placed upon this blank page;in these you will not find the essence     of this poem's message--the truer meaning is housed in me,and i am utterly unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/579370/ o a kiss! a kiss so rough and tender-less!so wet, so searing,so sweet that it turns my stomach with burn'd desire.take your temptress tongue and twine it with mine,that we no longer speak in recogniz'd tones,only the impassion'd moans of lust! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/579321/ you hang your head heavy and weep     for someone, something not deserving.ragg’d look upon you, tired tears     streaming the creases of your weary skin,i take my masculine hand,and smooth the edges of your face,brush the fallen lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/576547/ my beard grows lengthy 'neath these waves of northatlantic deep.it's been far too long since i felt the cool razor slide      fromstem to stern, the sting of spirit'd salt in my curves.i spend my hours in quiet, slumber'd peace     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/576007/ as a sorrowful sun sinksinto the surrounding countryside,and turns its e'er watchful eyefrom this church bell-tower;gloom advances from its corners, gaining from light's loss. the flap of feather'd wingsdecorticate cobwebs from rafters.wooden beams se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/571398/ in this midnight room, by this bed, 'tis this incandescent, by which gloom is defeat'd, to retreat unto the corner'd crevice,to find its comfort.     in this soft shine, she shyly, coyly, feigns      the soreness of her shoulder,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/570345/ gorgeous bloom that trembles      upon the leaf'd branch           as i reach for thee, and faints      with mine initial whisper'd breath        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/569847/ o, what wretch'd thing is this     that singssuch beauteous inspiration? lo, her temptatious smile, herbare, shapely form.the lovely flowers that springfrom each     feminine step, the desires to lean andloaf&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/569819/ o, i must be mad! to try this chain'd, three head'd pawthat guards the gloom'd gate,     risking life to save belov'd Eurydice,      loving wifefor whom heart does beat;to tame this beast and its masters, at the seat  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/569407/ do you hear the echoes of bliss'd past betwixt the beatsof this hysterical heart?the shadow of self that reflects in this mirror, yellow now,always yellow!this room, this cell, this well kempt prison, the pattern'dwalls that now start to close in, that morph into m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/569394/ i ne'er loved you much, but failed in loving few,like so many wast'd grains viewed      through theglass of an hour.if i could e'er hope to have the return of hopeful     days and evesagain, i would wish to spend them  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/567609/ water flows, flows, flowing from whence it came,ebbing, stentorious tides hush the dead, whilst sirens sing his doom from jagg'd rocks. tired, limpid limbs fail their gripof salt'd waves, the cold of liquid begins its chill,the sparking life-- dous'd by aquatic a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/567598/ twisting,writhing--mounds of moist nak'd flesh     pressing tight 'gainst rigid,pulsing,bare flesh,tir'd kisses stitching up and down the sides,empassion'd moans weaving through     wrinkl'd sheets,then sloughed onto the cold floor     in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/567160/ sitting still at the vibrant water's edge,     oawe-inspiring scene! ivory sails-- cottony, soft, rivaling clouds,     drifting inopen sky,reaching from ships-- kinetic, fluid,they flow across the seem'd tamed waves;men .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/567143/ i love her from afar at vespervoluptuous curves set against heavy   sinking  summer sunsdarkened tress and nakedbreasts shimmering at twilightin the distance     her silhouette     frag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/566209/ o once beauteous, wingéd ram,how pitiful-- your gold is gone. Nephele's alary aide,savior of Helles and Phrixus; 'twas not your failing that lead to her falling into namesake's deep. lo, but still you hang-- a sacrificehere in Ares.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/566073/ memoryimaginary shave--timewith dadawayink stain'dhandsmissing herlonginga knock--isit her?sextwo lovers,foldedlike origami http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/564971/ 11.the dead care not of armistice or peace.  today,just as on previous days, they seemto bury their own on this muddied field,absorbing the bloodied bodies of friends 11.and enemies alike-- no differences in death.i should not sit still too long .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/563234/ there be a tiger loose in the countryside!lawd, i said a tiger be runnin' loose in the countryside!m'baby, o m'baby where shall we hide? it leapt like a flame from heaven upon that stone!lawd, i said a flame from heaven leapt upon that stone!m'darlin', o sweet da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/559795/ outside--there are sprays of fireweed& dandelionturning blackin the heat of the sun,the bees are busypollinating& beating their headsagainst automobilewindshields over & …(over-worked like chinese laborers,they seem to prefer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/559469/ what possible good can fountains be,containing fills of copper coin--hopeful hand-tossed dreams,whispered wants held inwashéd waters bluish clear?there are people born of science and reasonthat teach for the time of "nonsensical gone" to be here;ruling that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545537/ sheswayed into the room and all conversation ceased.  thesound of silver cutting away at porcelain stopped.  everyeye was on her.  she was a little chinadoll with little doll eyes.  everythinghe had ever idealized in a woman was ideal in her. (al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545534/                the wind carries with it the letters of lovedones far from home.                        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545533/ a tragic vandalism of divine color:bluesandyellowsandgreens,indigosandredsandviolets           thrownfrom a stained glass,chapel window.virgin mother,saints,angels,the beauty of infant christ--shattered,scattered,bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545531/ o ignorance!  femme fatale!what delectable morsels of knowledgehave thee denied me in my times of hunger?  what treasures sought have thy cloak   hidden from my inquisitive eye?what dark implement do theeintend to smother me with to-day!?my search for enligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545530/ nocalm can come from killing-fields,greengrasses dyedred            with blood,ploughedunder by theheavy pile            of our most belov'd.our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545526/     she had slept with a knife-edged blade,     and woke with thefear of having been woken      by the spoken wordsthat to others were always unspoken.   oh, my darling--please come out of the rain.your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545523/ soft-spunelectricflowing,blowing with breezes'crossa bamboo forest brilliantgreenbrushescolors on canvas sky:athousand blues, each a duller tone theguyqin mingleswithsinging of faceless dancersfrozenin space a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545512/ youmust have pondered,           "do i dare?" and, "doi dare?"                             &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545504/ lately, i've all-to-often found myself here when the crops are too few to work:  daydreaming of a different time and place; myself a cowboy, rough around the edges--  two months worth of scruff and dirt upon my worn and leathered face,  the patchwork stains of whiskey on my once-white.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/545441/ sh¡t-eating jack-o-lantern grinhe lives to prankevil spawn of closest kin'shigh on crank♫♫ la, de, da-- la, de, da--ladefreakin' da ♫♫sugared sweetie-piei'm wishin' for diabetic comahe's pirate-patched (one eye)& hid my god d@mn soma&re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544900/ p--o--i--n--t--i--l--l--i--s--t--i--c   amber streaks,                                      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544892/ (blotch'd pinks,violets,greens&smatterings of blue) flutter in the breeze.arched across a brown cobblestone path,)lined with all manner of whites&yellows,indigos&oranges(leading to a red,brick wall&a lone,black bench. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544886/ myname is randall, born of a randall before, and another long ago; of him, i donot have much knowledge of, and probably will never know.  i am tall and lean, reddish tinges of hair thatstill gleam in the patchwork sunny days by the stream, as i fish for speckledfish whom are fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544872/ thewarmth of my cushiony pillow, the scent of week-old downy; replaced bythe cool comfort and amorous smells of my beloved's vacant claim.  moist,caressing, manicured fingers slide their way down my spine; from back toback-side, aloving squeeze lets me know that it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544711/ something made me think last night.  of you?              i don't know…  ican't remember.                  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544705/ heat's heaped upon intolerable heat.cotton just seems to prick more&more each time picked.w/each passing moment he appears to melt away,drip by dark drip into the soil.his forced labor&toil  provides nourishment for the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544701/ roughened,ash-black skin--tired,toughened,calloused negro skin     he's in an once-white,wrinkled t-shirt--now,a speckled,off-white.     sweat stains&splotches of pea-green,     camouflage,   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544697/ today, i took mother to lou emma lake for the three o'clock start, trying our bestnot to be late.  wemustn't be tardy- couched and line cast at least ten minutes before thestart of the show. you see, we had great seats to the performance of nature&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544693/ heat of high noon's come and gone.all that's left is the burningof tired hands.wicked weeds!splattered, fresh cuts of grass tuftsleave pea-green stains that won't wash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544690/ despondent, lying on asphalt; a ragged, lonesome   bungee cord stretched past the   point of breaking;      longing for its   other half:  i wonder, what exactly was it holding onto so tightly?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544689/                           high fructose                     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544686/ l e   a     n       i         n           g           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544239/ poor w***e murdered in your prime. may the flux of river thames wash over and gently kiss the stain from your lips. may fins cut cleanly those wounds that were so evilly ripped. may dullness of deep waters pale red lights that haunted yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544237/ a storm approaches from the east. (a strange direction) the grey that towers above anytown looks to have mischief on its mind.   the other day i got my palm read by a gypsy queen; warned me never to trust in fortune.  (truer words have never been spoken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redbull1978/544233/