http://slow.writerscafe.org/seleneskye The original writings of author NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981030 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 musings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/2017235/ Subjective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1907878/ Throwing up the soul one spark at a time, as usual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1874734/ Once upon a time Apocalypto wore a kerchief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1512237/ Tesla and Memories and A New Use for French Manicures *insert evil laughter here* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1411181/ Life built this suit around mezipped it up to the throatsins stitched at the sleeveslove patched up at the hipsa rusty brooch of wrong turns pinned to my collarYou didn't expect this, did you?Over dinnera little boy crawled out of my wristand scaled your stroking fingertipsawed at the diamonds in yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1054734/ You had me, at petal; aren’t I simple?I started a tempting lean into the persuasive melodyand found a thousand notestucked under my sparrow bonesa owl quill under my clavicleand ink in the dark liquid of my pupilsI wrote you a love song on a waferslipped it under your tongueinside a fabled kis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/1042775/ He said "We are all someone's ghost."I took this as encouragementand began the striptease of my skinHe started screamingat the exposure of muscle structurecordedbeautifulmeatburned with every scar of his inner strugglesfor which my bodypaid the priceAt the nervous systemhe tried in vainto c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/954027/ Undressing Beauty~ Beauty knelt in the smoke of herlovely demisethe crushed rafters of dark licorice ink stains in the curious dimples ofher kneesshe struggled, with broken armsto pull the doll house deeper intoher cornerslest the fairies with sharp desires.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/952065/ I woke up with the sun in my throat this pre dawn, the night insisted I take those damn dreams and key them before I forget them. Did you know, a certain sect of the Dacians believed dreams get caught in the sacral nerves? Like roots and fibers inside the earth, they carry the past and the future.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/937528/ A single story has many sidesit’s presentation in curveswhere the hip drops to meet a pair of eyes where a mind ripens on the vine for a would be lover am I an apple blush today or a violent bouquet of violets? it’s a roll of interpretative dice how I roll out of bed from under what sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/926201/ ~dismantling the violence of Shakespeare~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/916581/ What stunning features Miasma crafted... for herself from the apple peels circling the galactic, choking core of another spilling day as her man ambled down cherry wood flights of fancy with his forehead wide open on a garden of herbs for her nimble, plucking fingers mint lobes and dill temp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/906334/ ~inspirational~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/893395/ Once upon a time aliens came and put their genes into humans and laughed their asses off for the next hundreds of thousands of years, as humans made gods and big sticks with pointy ends end killed and pillaged and raped while coming up with more snazzy technology... that helped them kill each other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/884771/ ~girl meets god and god gives girl wine when all girl wants is good mind~ you've been forwarned~lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/874415/ Is it in the chiffon glaze of my dielectricpumpsthe way the blades of glial grassweave helpless dewagainst my calves in love’s painfulstriationsthat move yougroove youto frame my mahogany veil with thelargest handsI’ve ever seen Is it the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/869197/ Colors pour paintings tilt in a bowmy footsteps in stormy weathertrail a canary yellow sash, in lemon rindenmeshed deep in the fibers of my waist in persimmon garlandsas I leapwith a tilt of the skullfor marigold honeybeesand sunshinethrough my preying gracedripping figurines int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/862308/ ~*shrug*it happens to the most jaded of us~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/850646/ ~A Cautionary Tale For Men Things Contemplating Quickies With Tilty Girls~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/846126/ I was heryes, I was the white doewith those huge, marble eyeslingering at the side of the tetherPan behind me, his horns makinggunmetal soundsagainst the old treesas he shook his headI said, “Release the Kraken!”and he laughed, my leash rainingfr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/844508/ They shambleon an ambledropping pain toppingsin the leavesthe eaves trembledripping gumdrop tearssugarcoatingfearblood and rubies in my earsI tearI rendmy swan neckfor the undeadin their North Face shinecome out of the neonbrightsfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/843140/ ~shameless seduction from underLand~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/838061/ Porcelain and onyx, pour girl through her own skin, herbody a garden for stories, implant, take root, flower.  They reach a world, across time, acrossspace. She walks a thousand stars to get to a place of origins, collectingsticks and stones, breaking and rebuilding fluted bones, like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/832601/ It was an any other day kind of dayfor an origami girlexceptthat the birds made nests in my claviclesand the ginger cat couldn’t find my bones or skinto rub his body against my nursemaid walked through my petticoatscalling my nameleaving consonants and vowels tappingag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/829921/ I feel more comfortable dismemberingadjectivesbetween the concept of a sharp nounand the distended allure of aserrated action verbwhen I am required to paraphrase yourmeaningand I squirmand shuffle my suffixes around in mymedicine bagwondering which witch will be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/828330/ woof http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/827130/ THE UNAUTHORIZED BIOGRAPHY OF             {Name Of Band Omitted}                           &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/820313/ oh dear~ the night is clinging like a magik tic made of diamonds and tocks~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/819756/ UnFairyTales From UnderLand~ Video interpretation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/816947/ ~reshifting all those primal puzzle pieces one bent corner at a time~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/816558/ ~hmmm~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/814357/ ~well that's a mouthful~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/813487/ the odd morning of fragrant shatter~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/812702/ I love the way you messed up mytopographyfor any other travelerhow your finger paints remain insensual hueson the inside of my hip bonesthe sound of whisperingseductionstill traces the curves of my pointyearswhich were ever an endless sourceof amusement fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/811255/ To sir . . . .with lovebridged the interlude between thread bindingand the pulp of biographywhere I could stretch my undefined feathersbeyond the diminutive  aurulent  clasp of my own journalsto imbibe  the treasures of myrrhwith keen nostrils flared eat the poppy from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/810049/ for Kerry's October Challenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/807346/ Columbus, can you hear me over white noise of your television set? Can you hear ghosts of drums approaching? ~ Sherman Alexie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/806216/ In onyxmy body sets its jewelbetween the setting of the sunand the moon above the treesI find the rhythm for the onset oflifein velvet flares of deep breathingmy fingers elongate into ivoryribbonsthrough the sea of a jet horsea voluptuous human lean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/805163/ Between the beginningand the endmy life is linkedit is set off by treesand concludes with trees;in the middlethe hypercubeunfolds its infinite edgesand emits the enchanted book of days This is what keeps the dawnand the duskfrom collapsinginto the pleats of my many ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/803258/ I’m a gonna stuff all my magikinto this ladybug suitcasehitch a ride on an electrical impulseback to ‘43to coil up with Teslaon his death beadraspkiss his last gasp . . . .       in the last breath      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/801119/ from some of usthey are desperate to extract the wildto suck the stories from under our tonguesugarglaze our woundsbandage the weeping captivation of amidnight audiencefor we bleed better than any otherus wild orbitswho hide the wolf in the aortaand the scream o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/799308/  My hips knew the beatsbefore my body caught upthey painted my effigy played my ethnologylittle girl loops on the strings of technologyCalvin’s incline stitched under my spinehollow and undulatealign my declinesyrup with rabbitsthrough my white milkblow through my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/797984/ Eden has overgrown with vinescables leavened in a novel icon’s kilnarteries branch out from a thousand ash treesself consuming in a vortex of red leavesdancing around the Forbidden Tree;under grasping branchesan old woman stitches closed the vulnerable eyes of ach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/797233/ Itcollects in a globule at the corner of a scrapeared capethroughspace takes on motion between the quirky smileandthe dangerous tapping of a shoe on polished woodsooton leather gentlytoe the linethewhite palm open for the drop of bloodcaughtt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/796379/ How do you dress a girlwho believes in her own flora and not her girlish thingfor an evening outon the black velvet town?Do you fold the sticks against the branchesof her her armsfor the fantasy of  leather  sleeves?Do you uproot her from the greek flower potand squeeze her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/795182/ Dainty handswing beads diffuse the  morning dewjuxtaposed between the aroma and the muda  face is cut from a tree branch in the orchard of duperie d'individumiroir de maindipped in dazzled water ripping her waves to liquid ribbons against an aquarium wrapped in cellophane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/794412/ a 9/11 remembrance~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/793555/ this is your brain~this is your brain high on rhythmic language~oy vey! =)~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/792838/ There’s a barin Barcelonemade of pyrite  and prayers god forgot  to answerlayered in the old foundationand walls;sometimes the bar shimmersand hops a ley line in the bent armof mother earthpounding for the last veinand ends up else wheres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seleneskye/790010/