http://slow.writerscafe.org/reginakpride The original writings of author Regina K. Pride en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024819 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fallen I step out into this sea of white mush,snow flurries drizzling down my face,catching unwanted specks in my eyes,there are no perks to being completely submerged,nor apathetic like an afterthought or bite,that greying aphrodisiac,snow plows tear through the heart of me,I whim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1478810/ “Their tongues are filled withlies. Snake venom drips from their lips.*” The GirlsIt’sstepping into the viper pit,venom teething out of fangs,a poisonous liquor drips from theircool lips, licking them,something used to be sticky and sweet,now they&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1478797/ She follows the lines on her palm. One of them represents how many children she will have while the others represent different predictions like when she will die or who she will marry. She doesn't know if she believes in all of this, but it's nice to know before the event takes place. Sometimes her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1427595/ "What makes you different, makes you beautiful" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1423558/ No one knows Atlantis because it's forbidden from our sights, but they're still curious about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1423554/ "I wanna know what love is... I want you to show me..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1417343/ for the Cinquain poetry contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416951/ Burnout LoveYou an unlit fire,a blinking traffic light,a forest without trees,a you without metwo years in a desertwithout food or drink.I wander alone,there is no other choice.You gave me a reason to flyfar from the nestfalling until i find my wingsand soar north with you to heaventhen left me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416943/ a shirt w/o wrinklesbutton by button, uncuff, uncuff,he begins to unwind like the snowi have never held in open hands, have never watched melt gracefullyto a puddle of carmine petals tied with a golden band.he slows his approach, ruffles his haireyes gazing dream-like in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416938/ I see their lives laid out in a straight line; there are beginnings and ends, midpoints and trails off the beaten path.Plot holes, and misguided steps into deep trenches,Laughter, cries, and hollowed out hearts where some love of theirs leftthem for something else,someone else.Battle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416287/ on the horizon far out in the east coastmoving steadily towards me was a ship drifting with the wind and the waves were strong enough to carry it away.a ship in a bottle floating on aircarrying secrets like how to hold things without them shattering to the groundbut some ideas are meant to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416284/ The sun dipped itsgolden crown in the pool of blue and cobalt. She was in the kitchen throwingtarnished steel pots, unwashed forks and knives. Red faced, teary-eyed, amoving orb of bubble and gas. I saw spit crawling down her lips with hickoryrib sauce. “I’m sorry,” I could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416283/ He said, “I’ll wait for you wear your yellow hat, polka dot dress; I’ll know it’s you,” when she could recognize him just by his smile. She stumbled in late eyes meeting the candy clean counter. A length so long it draggedlike a conveyor belt of nu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416282/ She despised the bath tublike I despised the seasons.Little sister thought the reds and emberswere a sign of the glory of the forthcoming Day.I saw the leaves falling, flowing downonto the sidewalk hollow, explodingwith more leaves, of a different tree.Little sister, smaller than m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416281/ I.I wonder what the foodtastes likewhen they are half starvedclawing at their soiled flesh like clotheshanging off of them in tatterswhen their keeper throws in a platethrough the hole in the doordo they hide away until they see the close is clear?do they get up close, cautiousl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416278/ The gargle in your throatmighty with no barkhowled at the moontwo gemstones for eyes,eyes exploding with rage.I watched from my door stepyou tear up earthly carpet.You came from the groundcrawled up with paws and claws scratching at the ill surface.You were a tyrant on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416277/ Black birds eat the ropes of the deadred trickling down onto the gravelspilling out like soiled milkthe birds they peck at the tinyhairs, spit out the tiny hairs,filling their mouths again with the sweet taste ofwhite meat, whatever it wasis gone, now no remnants of what was lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416276/ "Almost everyone has separatedfrom the landscape of a childhood. Collections of people in cities are divorced from clean air and stars."                                          &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416270/ Through the creaks in her step,she tells me about influenza;how easy it is to catch. Like a baby falling from a cradle, I have fallen from the clouds, spanked by the Sun’s rays and into her arms, a twisted baby doll caught in cobwebs.Still she thinks I would look happie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416267/ My response to there being so many poems about death. I wanted to write something that didn't scream "death in the family." 5/26/2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416254/ You're a kind of faded jean to meso overused, so overwhelmedI touch your seams and they just slip awayunder my hand you grow softeralmost a flimsy structureI miss how you used to feel when you were sturdyyou're so discoloredso used one day, thrown out the nextand when you're gone I won't miss youwon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416245/ I remember this:you sneaking out your back doorrunning down the block for me.You climbing up my windowthrowing rocks to call for me.Us skipping through the woodsswinging off of falling trees.I remember this:us telling all our secrets,like we never would be free.Us holding hands and try.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416224/ We walk our desolate pathsalonebut it doesn’t stop me fromfinding conjunctions tolink myself with my peers.It’s a shame we pave roadsthrough ellipses, alone anddistraughtwhen hand in handwe could grow together.I pull out your heart strings,catch one last glimpse down at you.You say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416222/ I.You follow me like a lost puppy,one not exposed to the worldand the ways of the world.Eyes filled with confusionand loss like you need mefor some reason I can’t comprehend.The sad part is that I don’t need you,nor do I want youexcept like a brother,but you are more like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416220/ For some strange reasonI can’t delete your message.No matter how hard I trymy hands stick,my fingers are glued,I turn off my phone,push it asideto forgetbut for what?Will you always be unlistedin the yellow pages?Will you always be an unanswered message?Trying to forget you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416219/ that feeling of being suffocated by someone's presence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416215/ Blue painted across the skyreflected through the skylines and shimmer ofthe underbellies of planes,we sit underneath it all.I mark a spot on the groundand tell you this is home.Now that the red soil hassolidified all of the antiquities,you are perfectly fine withwhere you live,wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416214/ To give away a dog without a goodbyeis to cry into your pillowall through the night and no one hears you.To know that she touched your soulis to carry the heavy burden.She is forgiven of all her sins:the swallowed sock,the chipped away wall edges,the chewed away holes in the tiles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416213/ The world is smaller from in here;the world is darker and cloudierwhichever way I turn.I don’t fitand the air is running thin.The very sound of my heart scares me.I fear it might stop beating.The walls are getting closerbut they feel too close.I close my eyes for one second,i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416211/ "After she moves out, one tears up grass bladesto watch which way the wind blows."                                                            &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416210/ Woven from mother’s handstucked beneath her breastsbreath of Aphrodite;soul of Athena streaming through her lips.Mother sports a solid eyethat glares like strained thoughtpositioned at the sun.Wears a red lip,black pumps;      Dangerous,can’t he see that?F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416207/ Untitled 2He wants to taste the river,wants to ride the stormand I tell him he won’t get anywherethinking the way that he does.He’s a dreamer, hates reality, despises anything he can touch,the lines on a palm, the wrinkles of a knuckle, the smooth flesh of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416202/ One eye on the ball,he dribbles it to the west side of the courttries to pass it off to Malcolm but drops it,ball bounces to the fence,hits the chink wire and tirerubber bits and stops, finding its sanctum in the grislyweed grass.A slick black cruiserpasses bywith a whir and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416201/ Dear Shelby,Remember me?Remember when you were twoand I was three?Remember all the days spent inyour family’s garage?Remember us playing with baby dolls,before playing house turned into the real thingand you went off chasing a mother's dream?A nervous thing I used to be;still am today,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416196/ Detroit, 1969Papa taught meif anything happened close my eyes count to ten say a little prayerbut my knees lock and burn one.hallowed be thy name   thy kingdom come  thy will…the shadow of Nyx is all around swirling around voices are reaching  b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416193/ Miscommunication The meals at my housenever sing a tune of steamed asparagus overa brew of hot, hotvegetable juice filledwith raw potato shavings;a poor man clinging to the edge of the kitchen stove, burning his hands to warm them.Father’s pressing fate of high chol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416192/ My Dad’s Teddy RooseveltSometimes he’s on the mountaincarving out muscle and acres of stone.Sometimes he’s in the wildernessstalking noiseless plucks ofthin leafed grass,soil crumbs rollingdown his plump cheeksburrowed beneath the cracksof his bushy haired s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416191/ QuietudeShe leaves her room sometimes,with one solid click of the dooron her heels.Sometimes her hair is down,and when she enters roomsthere is a line of smeared black eye linertrailing along,following her.She’s not used to the weather here,and doesn’t expect to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416190/ The boys I used to knowI. (elementary)The first boy I ever met was named Rusty,rustic short red hair,freckles,and knee high gator shoes.He swung from the monkey bars with meour shoelaces sometimes getting intertwined,my first best friend that just so happenedto be a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1416189/ wrote it for the fun writing prompt challenge 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1415790/ Blue Mountainsby Regina K. PrideI look upon these endless skies,miles of purple huesand sighthe majestic mountains shining,glimmering, set in the stone of the cloudsI look upon these purple cloudswith pink tints to their edgessome beauty made by coincidenceI find my peace i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1415771/ It's been really hard for me to go to sleep at a reasonable time lately... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1415474/ tribute to the dead... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1415467/ Marnie discusses the power of fear and secrets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1413232/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1413228/ tried not to cry while writing this...(personal) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1411506/ This is a really cool type of traditional poetry. The structure here isn't exactly traditional but generally it's still a Villanelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1411149/ I actually tried making this salad before, the dressing that normally goes with it and everything. It's a French dish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1411145/ featured in my upcoming book, "shoulders touching shoulders." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1411141/ I never agreed with her journeyby Regina K. PrideI never agreed with her journey,only seeing that it would lead her down a long dusty roadI saw snares  she would get caught inI saw unhallowed fog so she could never find her way backI saw the clouds darkening and&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reginakpride/1411138/