http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ragtag The original writings of author PianoandPage en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115385 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 chrome zippered smilecracks in slow motionand the medical examinerturns to mewho is she?click whirshe is blue eyes nopaperwork requires specificity. she is an ocean storm ragingin winter.her eyes 2 bright blue boatsfighting the currentaffairs meddling in herhair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1906081/ vanilla, smoke, and weedpigtails swinging between braided ropesyou shine.i push you higheralways higher to our own personal heaven,our home.agarden lush with delights and tabooi stand behind you my firm touchpushing you on the swing.the tree creaks in longsuffering lovedazzling red apples shakingin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1872876/ your face, angelic, hiding devilish tonguebehind succulent lipsyes - succulent succubus - succumb to my siren call andfall to my fingers as they submerge in your hairanchoring there till your breathbecomes my heart / beat catching up syncopatedbeatingsi mark your skin the colors of my drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1872874/ as lights burn lowand winter heaves januarywith snow sunken shoulderstowards warmer daysi lay in wond'rous repose.it is as if the long bitter chillleft crisping my ribcage is in thawmy senses awe at your open delight. i take your hand in mine as we climb into wonderland.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1872862/ an online version of a handwritten journal where i will be writing about my love for Rachael... thoughts, poems, inspiration... whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1872859/ Sept 11th, 2009 I was in a rollover accident on the freeway and could have died. I wrote this and completely forgot about it. I recently found it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1717100/ Cant sleep. Listening to music and missing my baby. Started writing and this came out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1684519/ a silence the length of a teenage dreamstretched between our beginningsthe intake of breathi take you inmothering arms and a hungry heartbeating never felt so goodi languish for the heat of your voice when my fingers possess your secrets and tuck them away our distance amplif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/1661028/ Lyrics to a love song I wrote for my wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/784692/ fresh from the showersteam into work and then fallasleep mentally http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/772772/ this was written as a response to a 15 minute challenge to write a poem about honesty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/771467/ this is a slice of my life and some of my thoughts about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/736453/ i felt creative so i just started writing and this is the result. very rough draft. i think this came out of some difficult times both in my own life and in the lives of people close to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/656096/ there is a small voicecrafted by hands lined with lessonsin love and abuse. it speaks in patterns,like designer fabricswaiting to cover me and hide the shamei feel by being me;the me i was taught  not to see.see?here is a beautiful sinner spinning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/647233/ found this in my journal and thought i'd share. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/611997/ this is an off the cuff piece i just wrote in about 10 minutes. it's very rough and i'm not exactly sure what i'm saying here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/602160/ my wife and i recently took a much overdue vacation to santa cruz. this is a poem about that trip. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/535718/ written in 10 minutes with no editing. writing and posting this just to break the ice on a long bout of writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/482743/ and the phantom is fluxingand i am riding out ion wavesoscillations overcoming my senses. god strike beats to my sternumbeat back the theoremwith the jungle’s contagious syrum. mad man medicine man music man brotherf**k my soul be my beatnik brothelmy t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/389753/ i have always believed in a godbut i want to embrace a god. no.not just any god.i want to become one with the godthat carved ra’s whisper into the seduction of your eyes. become the sun of mother nature;a brilliant jewel in the fluidity of your language.a curious coupl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/389750/ i never saw her body after. never saw how her lifeless body was displayed before the ground swallowed the remains. my parents kept it from me. the ugly and cold “matter-of-factness” that screamed louder than god. after the funeral they told me about the viewing. how everyone got.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387600/ …and she sounds like an irish lullaby wrapping my lazy saturday anticipation in secure strums. as i hum along my pen fingers take to their interpretive dance, a literary tribute to another stranger’s moment perfectly tuned to my heart’s vibration. …and cheyenne&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387584/ i am that silent girl. tongue twisted with fear i tangle with the moment in front of the mirror.reflected back at me misplaced masculinityand i am left on the wrong side of the glass;beating my fist against the image of my disappointment.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387571/ the cigarette lighter knew it was all wrong.she wasn’t about to make nicotine igniteinto wraiths of addiction and phantomsof a slow pleasure that can curl lips like love. not tonight.  it was shaking. the caressing hand;those familiar, yellow fingersso clumsy this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387553/ the intricate brickwork of your castleyour keepkeep awaykeep running it’s familiar. defenses left standing – stranded in the islands of your eyes.sentinels never relieved or released as hot joyous tearstearing down your cheeks. the watch fires burn in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387542/ italic italian you slant my quotationre-staff my notation and i love it whenthenin these new moments we laugh. you are my most beautiful re-write;a slight shift of focusthat boldfaces past pastures of playful release. let’s pretend!trace back from the end of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387533/ i love bob!bob is a cultural ambiguity that kinda oozes through life’s history. he is the inside joke that no one gets but me and well… YOU won’t get it but my friend of a friend will get it because he was there that one night when bob showed up and turned every idle comment i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387525/ i am a nativea phoenician,a re-ashed, rehashed and rehearsed play on words and i’ve heard people saythat the heat here is unbearable; but i was born into it during the deceptive month of decemberand like the proverbial frog in hot water… didn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387518/ pretentious poems from my past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/387515/ this is a slam or spoken word piece and someday i'll probably post an evoka of it... right now still a work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/367926/ this was inspired by a line that came to me... "yellow and black and a sting like a woman's regret". i built a little scene around it and i hope it works. it's open ended on purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/347585/ a subject that i always struggle with writing down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/347204/ this was lost in the great wc crash. i recently found it again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/339597/ this is in response to a contest "what makes you tick". thank you to O! who got me out of my slump and inspired me to write something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/336207/ this is all about me, my self perceptions, my journey, my rants, my heart, my words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/336188/ this is just me getting the ick out.... first part of it. this is totally unfinished and who knows if it will remain here or ever get resolved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/336183/ found this while cleaning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/331742/ this is another old old poem i wrote inspired by the first really good intimate experience i ever felt. i was a bit melodramatic at the time. lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/302207/ this is an old old old performance piece i dug up in an old journal again about being jealous of another artist who in my opinion was a much better poet that i was. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/302198/    i’ve learned a new language;a new way of speaking.linguisticallyit’s sort of like the special olympics on speed. i blame my job.  blabbering the same blabto the same half-awake clients,phonetics gets lost in the phone-linesand my 13.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/294300/ this is an old performance piece i wrote as a sort of backhanded tribute to my dear friend jonathan standifird (he's on here you should check out his stuff). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/294210/ a memory of letting go. completely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/290464/ walking my chihuahua next to a field and the wildlife that sometimes stops to stare back at us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/287777/ you dream of portal peoplestealing you from my sideand i tell you from the showerthat i'd rip the fabric of space timeand dive in aftersoap slippery and seriouslyready to kick phantom a*s. this is how we say we love each other. every morning i come homeand we sweep up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/286893/ you drive on the highwaystears lodged in the back of your throata niche of necessity. the soundtrack ofgrainy piano and violinpull you back intomy armseven as you pushyourself forwardfor a paycheck. i slump on the couchand merge with miss-you'still my breathbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/283679/ i just had to write this out. i recently found out online that a friend of mine is starting to identify as a "multiple" aka having multiple personalities and using plural pronouns. i don't know how i feel about this exactly. the names have been http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/281887/ this actually started as a note to c boylan and then i realized that it really is how i feel right now and it is sort of poetic. a rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/281869/ this is in response to a contest. please refer to the "flowing with stories" details. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/280921/ a reflection on how i started playing piano... the keys that i grew up with... the way that memories leave us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/279330/  charged up,plugged in, caffeine breathing weakly in a pink company cup.chumbawamba serenading me through another twelve hoursof boredom and accidental internet access at work.  this is me;post-documentary a crysallis quit creaturecrawling around the sky. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ragtag/279226/