http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zarkoza The original writings of author Raef en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776258932 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A simple note. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1924180/ A slice of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1715123/ A young woman and her nephew are in need of assistance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1671574/ My hands shake.It isn't noticeable, but still...The red line we can't cross seems to get closerEvery. Day.For all I know, it might as well be a live wireThat we're being paid to bite.This season is...Well,This is more than the gritting of teeth,And the grinding of, well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1556205/ Slanted lanes,of foam or stars are familiar sights inThe truth of myth. First the land and last the sound ofWhite! Light!Help the young,And the sand is wet to the touch,With something denser:Water is caresses, kisses in winter,And this is life unbound.Life! Unbound!Left to the torrents, left un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1556203/ First installment, any thoughts welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1556194/ Flickering light.A roughness to touchSoftly, smoothly, aching toMove.Shaking, moving, noiseless,With breathing, still aching,Feeling what there is to feel;Soft, smooth, aches.Sighing and breathing isSo sweet, so sweet,Testament to the paramount,So hard to move without thinking.Thinking without movin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1554884/ As is with dreams, I found myself inserted about a quarter of the way through the dream’s storyline.A vision of urban sprawl met my eyes, and when I turned away it ceased to be, and at once became a part of the speeding “subway train” I found myself in. It was, however, not so much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1549611/ "I'm sure the way ahead is clear", said the paper. "No, it's not," replied the pen. "Why not," inquired the paper. At that the pen turned to the paper and replied: "As long as I'm here, the way ahead is never clear." "Why?" The pen turned and looked past the paper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1520632/ Shattering, pattering glass, (The colorfully mocking glass). With panes aside and space beyond, Light within the air beyond, Do the shards fall quickly there, Where they may and where they are. The rest is near and far, For shards in shadow, The end is far and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1520628/ IntrospectiveBroodingContemplatingDoubtMistrustInner turmoilThoughtPacingGlancesFramesThoughtsLoveLiesLove?PacingChairSittingDrummingFingersWedding bandGlancesFramesStandingSittingStandingGlancingWatchTimeTime?GlancingClockTime.Pacing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1518857/ As real as the mud on the ground, it cries out to me.Over and under, the knot goes, the stool goesUnder and my feet go over the wood;Over the wood, over the wood, over the air.Over the wood, in the air,Through and through, the knot goesOver and under, over and under, the knot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1518837/ "I think if being socially awkward was a sport..." Quietly his thought pandered off. He wandered away from the entrance, following the wall until he reached the far side of the living room. There was a couch there, and as he took a seat he wondered why he couldn't just be that person; the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1507868/ For those who hear the bumps in the night,The cries and wind in the willows,This is written to them.Outside,The light is hidden in what caves there are,The sounds of struggle nearby,If at all, a struggle is more than the bodies pressed against the ground.If anything, the two lock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1507408/ Uh, life.Life is a many-fettered thing,Like a mirror with armsOr schizophrenia;It's the same everywhere;It's unique.But, y'know, people like to thinkStupid. Things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1489737/ Starting the day around here is close to living.Close.I think it's necessary to say that:ONCE        there was a story.This story was about nothing.Life. Was. Good.Then someone mentioned l o v e.Okay, okay, first of all:Is love,well,should love be taken?Lightly,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1489733/ I know three things for certain; I will die. You will die. The day will end. And nothing more would matter, If it weren't for the fact that One, I think I am immortal, Two, you seem to think the same, at times, And three, that days are so alike they blend.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1447900/ "Where to begin,Before I shuffle off,My mortality beckons me toLook back and wonder at allThe fish I might have caughtHad I cast a net."Eh, screw that.Okay, okay, erm..."Clock, tick,Tick is the word of the hour,The hour is nigh and the night is naught but the ticking of the clockThat says the time i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1444631/ And there was no formation like any other; Like it and it, in and of itself, It was confusing. And the things that went there, seeking shelter, Were no more things than they were others; other things. Things that sought shelter. And in the lip, tucked, Was the reas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1432536/ A breaker here, and now a pause.A second wave here, and with it a pause.I met someone a long time ago; we were young.But we were ready to be something more.A third wave, and with it, a pause.A fourth wave, and with it, a pause.This is not about being different; it's about enj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1415355/ Short thought; heard a conversation where one person was talking about a near-death experience and how they aren't going to quit at life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1414829/ The joints in my ankles are something that I'd rather notgetinto because I am soa n g r yWith someone.Do the two relate?How should I know? The need to cuss and scream and break is something soTHEREthat I'm surprised I can evendothis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1404869/ Might write more for this little series-starter of poems. If you liked it even a little, say something, anything. All true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1400951/ The softSkin of herThroat and theSmall of herBack pressedAgainst me are bothAlmostToo much to bear.I know thatIf I canDrag my teethAlong her collarboneJust like thatShe will start toBreathe faster and harderAnd sure enoughHer lips part.And my hands areRoaming, roamingUp to cup and fondle andGrasp.An.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1400943/ It's ten years today.At least it would have been.I don't understand half the things               you've said:You need to work on yourself.     You're not in the mental state to-Regardless.     I've dreamt dreams with enough plot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1400940/ Your kindness is this:Rather than gravity, it's a sort of gluethat keeps me down toEarth.And I don't know how you do it but my hands keep     shakingat the thought of someone else's fingers tracing something,     oh,something,down your cheek        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1387183/ My God.I can't breathe. And I'll stay that way 'til I get out from under all this TIMBER.It ain't love,I swear to you.I've never met a lumberjack but man can a man eat after a day ofcutting. And a life of walking?Man. Surely, sorely am I to be sore when sore ain't the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385916/ Night is a release. Tell me:Have you ever been walking down a roadnot the sidewalk but themiddle bit and said to yourself something like"Man, I never knew I could laugh so hard at a joke that I've already heard",and then looked up to find the bright and shining day upon you?No, you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385914/ This is the intended format, so don't get on me about how it looks uneven because that's what it's supposed to look like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385768/ "Talent? What talent, man?You're jiving, man, thinking aboutHow far they've come, when reallyIt's justEncouragement you're seeing, man.You shouldn't be giving them encouragement,You should be giving them that thing you do with your eyes.Y'know?That rip-roarin' look you gave me once, last Saturday ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385752/ "Show me a man in love and I will show you a fool."-Old ProverbIt was warmer than usual.The wind devils of the shore cliffs were familiar in their briefness; they were the same as the ones thirty years before had been. And the waters below were all the more alike in their anonymity. And now he saw h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385751/  "The light that day was different: almost new; light from a dying star, seen as new. Light that had never, would never, touch or feel or live. But in that sense, light was precious; it was something that we treasured; a finite source of warmth and inspiration. Something new. Something grand.&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385407/ The tip of that which flies     softly to the skin of          my teeth, and I do intend     to catch it there, wasleft adrift one biting night,          and then I thought to catch it          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zarkoza/1385404/