http://slow.writerscafe.org/Veritasexlogos The original writings of author Veritasexlogos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995163 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What does she think?I can't say,the way she sinks into her seatpulling at the edgeof an admiral's pea coat.The way she blowspink sugar into a balloonafter days of chewingit like hide.It eclipses her faceand pushes against the poppedcollar of her lost admiral'spea coat. Instinct tells me she'smissing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/561104/ At the birth of fallsummer birdsdot the spread wingsof our shared pavilion,our paradise of whispers,where every quietedprayer eludes Atlas' grip.Enduring musclesof the god-colossusshaken by winged thoughtssettling on his titanicpsyche like butterflieson moss covered rocks.Regal capesdecorated to moc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/561100/ Our armstanglelike tribal tattoosthat convey a people,our nationhood.Every patternpurposefullike smoke coilingfrom a well stoked pipeleft to coolby the window. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/558927/ A Epic Poem about a man and his basement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/558286/ What we do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/558270/ What we do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/558267/ I push her curly red hairaway from her eyes,the ghosts of my grandfatheracting through genetics.Her freckles are so numerousthey would cover the skyif they were stars.She looks curious but wise. She looks at her father.Like her father.She looks alive.More alive than anything I've ever seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557805/ They bow and touchlips to stone.Salty soup leaking steamlike smoke from an altarin the gold star driven nightsover the glowing flamesof an old Russian Monastery.Backs bent from endless worklike plants toward lifegiving light.  A cold windblows to prepare the soupfor the tongue. Rippledmonks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557390/ Things above our body, but would otherwise not exist if not for our bodies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557305/ A slightly different art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557303/ More portraits of a woman's body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557302/ Part of a series that studies the body http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557297/ Part of a Series of Poems aiming at describing bodies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Veritasexlogos/557296/