http://slow.writerscafe.org/HarmartiaPoe The original writings of author Harmartia Poe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007301 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I once again found myself in the beautiful home,there was an infestation of bugs.Small ones creeped from dark crevices; Winged ones spied from above.Every time I squished one,I found another.Yin and yang ---an everlasting reincarnation.I found so many.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1396925/ I remember thatthey weren’t quite blue-- rather glazed ice. Your irises wereimpenetrable marble.Your pupils werea complimentary stone --Small enough to keepeveryone out.Until the night I kissed your full lipsand a rare smile brokeacross your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1390187/ I repeat lyrics in my head, singing“sometimes to stay aliveyou gotta kill your mind.”They’re right.But I can’t.Not if it kills me first.Worry has an iron fist,punching me in the gut,knocking wind from reason,and busting my lipgushing anxiet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1385854/ I can’t pry her from the mirror.She sits and staresinto stained glass spotted with age --entranced by the residue of the past.I coax her to her feetand we explore the ancient Casa Monica.Its renovation restoresits elegance but still rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1385179/ Shots are fired.Friend or foe?Who’s the enemy?Nobody knows.It’s not a soldiera nurse, a Jew,or even a Naziwith the battle wound.The family needs foodthe war only gave hunger.Little did they knowhe wouldn’t live any longer.Loaf in hand wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1381664/ Dark DistancesIt’s been weeks since I’ve seen your faceand I can’t make this plane fly any faster to you.I feel jitters down my spinethe entire ride home,as if my inability to sit stillwould make the trip quicker.I’m finally at the doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1380139/ Theblinding whiteAppearsa casting light,Reachingout.Thewhite is a sound.Impossible,you have found,Todescribe.Itcalls from the cold,Yetthe message is old,Feedinglies.Ifyou listen, pleaseYourworld will ease.Summer,at last.E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1378085/ SometimesI feel quiet.Not just a lack of sound,But I feel it...weighing down on me.Words gush from my esophagus,Then I choke on them.A brick wall of suppression. I drown....Then I realize:The quiet is peaceful.No words like knives.If I suck in my lips,Concave my teeth,Cut my gums,And slash my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1377770/ The explosiveness of self-discovery and the coming to terms with religious doubt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1377279/ I couldn't help it. I missed you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1376958/ It’s too dangerous to leave town. That’s what the citizens of Nox, were told when they asked why the gates at the edge of the city remained locked from the outside. They didn't want them to know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarmartiaPoe/1376519/