http://slow.writerscafe.org/zackvalenta The original writings of author Zack Valenta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054782 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was half passed two-o-clockSammy was down by the Cripple docksTo the sea his nose would beTaking shallow breathes of a nicotine breezeGodless was the time, weather, and placeCharlie had bruises all over his faceHe drove around in a rusted school vanInstead of nails, he had cutlery.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1376589/ There are moments where the black pastel stains the webof my thumb and indexand I look at it with reverenceThere are things that lie unnoticed and unacknowledgedThis image rest so comfortably on my consciousand never removes itself no matterwhere I shift my eyesHow could something .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1376394/ Opaque green glow on my fly infested homeA foundation of hoarded scraps of metal and wireCircuit boards hooked through Styrofoamand used napkinsBzzzzzzzzz goes the fluorescent tiltof cased steel and bulbThe voices of a crashed signal - a crashed stationPumping heavily through through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1376366/ SadisticImmemorial fiendFriend of the nightOnly seen in my dreamsBiting on the rustVigorouslyLaboring fingersDismantling beamHe is motionlessStanding among his decayWithout a thoughtHis eyes purging raysForceful insistExplorationOf a tattered factory lotHis lucid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1375942/ Inscribed in the wrappings of used brainsA word of a dead languagean unnerving and yet true statement:There must be more who can grip the ritual's patternA ritual of detestation and expansionBut no detest for expansion itselfWhat is deplored are the threats to your advancementYour du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1375612/ In the absence of light I am a monsterA convulsing entity of horror and insanityDive into the fabric of my mind's soul and tremble destructivelyYou cannot shake off the dripping spiders on and under your skinYour sickly, ending heart, shuttering under any apparent glowHow cowardly and ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1375256/ A poem of gloomy, humor intent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1374722/ A poem about a man who has lost his son to an illness and his wife to another man expresses his distress and torment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1374718/ An abstract, artful poetry series about the relation between darkness and beauty and the relation between insensitivity and light. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1357670/ This is a free-form poem about a wretched creature lost in the sewers. Its origins are unknown, and for some reason it is jealous and detests the humans it sees above. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zackvalenta/1357666/