http://slow.writerscafe.org/_mackdrew The original writings of author mackenzi_drew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A giant blinking eyeFrom either horseOr human beinga visionfrom a sceneIn her sweet morphine dreamsBlack swans on the riverGifts from the QueenIt's too hot for teaOn floor number sixteen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1784742/ She can see the red light flashingfrom her windowwhen she watches the trains come throughshe said her view is better in the winterwhen the trees aren't in bloom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1664592/ The newspapers are accumulating at the doorof the closed business on the cornerand beginning to disintegrate into tiny little fragmentsfrom the intensityof last weeks rain storm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1664590/ I have this reoccurring dreamThat I'm up at a podiumDelivering your EulogyAnd the truth in it is bitter and haunting[Because the words that fall off of my lips,clarify that you are now in another place]And now our backs no longer have to breakFrom the weight of your undiagnosed mental illnessAnd how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1664576/ lost in thoughts about life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1664571/ A homeless manthrows his ashes to the curbI pass,As crimson embers dispersesmoke wisps swirlInto the darkness of the nightSlowly becoming extinguished By the dampnessOf this chilly nights zephyr http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1533522/ Observations: waiting at the bus station http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1533509/ Observations: Walking through Confederation park http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1533507/ Observations: A Saturday walk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1533505/ Observations: a lone bird http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1459107/ Observations: on a winter walk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1452790/ Observations: nighttime walks at 2am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1447766/ stillnessevery living breathjust floatingweightlessbreathing freely hearing every soundin the silentdeep waterlungs fill with airrejuvenating meeyes reflect the skyeyes reflect the trees feeling every momentevery moment feels meaware of motionaware of formaware of selfaware of dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446257/ Grasshoppers will jumpRecords will skipClocks will still tickBook pages will flipand as the storm Passes over headWe'll dance to the silence and laugh in bed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446254/ The wilting trees of fallBecome more bareThe darkness sets in White breath fills the airThe sky has becomea darker shade of greyI brace myself For winters darkest days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446251/ Observations: in the photo studio cafe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446242/ Observations: her photograph http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446241/ Observations: the simple beauty of the middle of nowhere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446239/ My suitcaseJeanne's GuitarMattress on the floorBreakfast at the BistroPizza the night beforeCupboards are all empty There's echoes in the HallNo food in the fridgeNothing here at all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446238/ Observations: first impressions of the Nations Capital http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1446235/ I met a crazy bare foot artist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1391981/ Dreaming in the morningCan't open my eyesDreaming in the morningI thought it was still nightDreaming in the morningShake me, just wake meDreaming in the morningCan you open up the blinds? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1348010/ Tired eyesConfused statein the worlds betweenasleep and awakeIs this a dream or realityeverything is unclear to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1344146/ In the white roomWith the large windowsI play a tuneTo the strangersAnd the vinesIve found myself in rhythmBeen here a few timesI find myself a little more each timeIn the white room with the vinesIn the white roomWhere the sun rays shineArt books on the shelfDoor locked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1343875/ Six harmonious voices echoIn an old studiowhile the winter wind howls fiercelybranches thump against tall windowswe connect with strangersmovement ,sound and vibrationdance to the stormmove to the rhythm of silencetense and releaseconnect through eye contacttwist and laughlove an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1343867/ photographingan old sun dial in a blizzardcold winter breath surroundscigarette smoke wisps, alluring womanin a doorwayshe lead me to an atticand we connected through laughterwhile a film being was shotIn the next room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1328687/ A poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1328122/ Written in 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1328121/ As recent song written http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1328117/ Vampire sunflowers and busy fish with hats.Eyeballs fly in the sky with squids and crowned anteater bats. Soaring eaten apples and tired unicorns. Elephant worms enjoy play with cycloptic duck-like cats... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320525/ Sometimes I cryUnder these black skiesIn the back of my mindI close my eyesAnd I'm back thereI was so lostI was so scaredDelusional hazeTrapped behind the doors of a mazeLeft to face whichever face you wore that dayOne day I locked the doorsCouldn't take it any moreAnd the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320453/ Rainbow brainWhite sheetCold apartmentCrank the heatDance, composeColors flowWindow viewIt gently snowsFrom blue to greyThe day it fadesInto the nightWith words we say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320448/ Stagnant,still waterno flow from the rivercolder than winterharsh as whirling snowSilent like a deep sleeprocky cliff dangerously steepSolitude; a webbed spidercocoon of isolationStillis a statueDull is this dead townTiredis a dead rosechilled to the bone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320443/ Empty streetsFrozen rootsLay underneathThe frozen groundCold bonesSpirits roamLight the candlesIn your homeFeel the warmthIn your coreWatch the flame dance magicallyLet go of the tragediesAnd what you think you have to beSimply,run through the berry fieldsOf your me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320438/ Peaceful nightBy candle light soaking in the stillnessafter a violent fightin the ice and snow and the heaviest bags her car pulls upthere's no time to waitMy body is bruisedI've been shoved and draggedMy reflection is a blurI'm confused and dazed;In afternoon I woke from disorient.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/_mackdrew/1320433/