http://slow.writerscafe.org/alexdissing The original writings of author Alex Dissing en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014229 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We are all icebergs.Some of us float, others don't, but all of us are mostly submerged. The immensity of our submerged selves can only be guessed at by just glancing at the surface. What we don't know is only a small manifestation of what we could know. Ambiguity attracts us all.Only our apex breaks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350389/ It is so hard to acceptthat of which I wish to suppressThe longer I hidethe further I regress...* * * * *Stutter? M-Me?Maybe.But truthfully, honestly,sometimes I feel I speak so fluently,so clearly,that it’s hard for some to really hear me.Stammer?M-mysel...I appreciate the gest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350386/ The dimming candle is a flickering light fixtureShadows dance across the walls"Only the brave acknowledge the mixture..."The thought tosses & turns in my mindI roll over in bed, close my eyes& lose sight of courage* * * * * * * I awake to darknessMy room, reverberating With a cresc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350385/ Relationships are like tectonic plates:sometimes they shift,and when they do,it shakes the ground beneath you.Realize that this is just a simile, though,because you can’t be at faultfor settling in the fault zone.It’s only human that we fall in love,but when we do,where ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350384/ The truth about truthis it always liesThat’s what we have come to realizeIf you only knew…I will believe in youbut only if you want me toOnly if you want me, tooTruth be toldNo need to stifle your soulI love you so, so muchHow do I feel this wayif, day after dayall we have is a crush?De.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350383/ The smell of burning fields fills up the nightAromas ignite the darknessThe Sky shows its mightStrike after strikeIlluminating my room with strobing hues of blueBullets of rain ricochets off the windowsThe metallic ting interrupted by electric eruptionsFierce bolts of lightning lightReveals clandest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350381/ On a highway day drive in April, I befriended a June bugWe got off to a tumultuous beginningI flicked him out the driver window, but he stuck around for the rideI tested him, he responded, I respectedHe calmly clung to the rearview mirrorAnd we began to reveal a bit about our pastsHe said his kind g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350379/ Through the wall he could hear the contained, clangorous sound of his sister vomiting into a pan;through the window, he could hear his dad’s truck peel out the driveway & on down the cul-de-sac.She cried herself sick; he left.The sounds entered through different ears & collided in his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350378/ How rude it is to keep beauty waitingI guess I’m hesitant to get lost in amazingIt seems strange, this waiting gameI know you will change meand I know it will be for the betterI shouldn’t be afraid of progressI shouldn’t overthinksomething, someonethat is permanently imprintedinto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350376/ I was five when I heard those gunshots echo across townIt was a hot nightJuly of ‘96The bedroom window was openI was cuddled up with MomShe was singing me to sleepSuch a peaceful songI remember how she flinchedIn an instant, we both knewThat a part of our lives was gone* * * * * * *Let me tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350373/ Positive things happen to positive people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350372/ Earlier today I went downtown,found a bench, sat down, looked around,& realized I didn't know anyone.I'm a stranger, surrounded by strangers, in this strange land.I scurried home not long after that thought crossed my mind,my tail tucked between my legs. Seemingly on a whimI find myself in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350371/ She sat, darkness dousing the sound of her own pounding guiltThe devouring sound came from a wound within -- a wounded wombShe swam from day to day by way of her tearsIn all of her 18 years alive, she had never felt so deadThe hollowed hope in her head, though, kept her afloatSome symptoms still sur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350370/ Obstacles are meant to be overcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alexdissing/1350368/