http://slow.writerscafe.org/JLSullivan The original writings of author John Sullivan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 sunlight streamsthrough the cigarette smokelazily turningthrough the airthat cigarette?it was ok!Soft piano musicplaysGhibli soundtracks,I thinkbut not from myfingersI haven’t touchedthe piano in a whilebut really, that’sokI had the secondsli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3131722/ there is a spark, a light somewhere insidebrightening the soul's nightastrange lessonthe undertow in the tidethe will to fighttake this curious ridesome are idlesome grow tamesome limbs grow wearysome grow lamebut all rise in turnthe day it breakstil ash in the urnour destinyitawaits http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3131710/ Rumimydearest friendmystic!seer!ol’Jalal a-dinyourtask is not to seek for loveyousaybutmerely to seek and find all the barrierswithinyourselfthatyou have builtagainstitheartsof glassheartsof oaksoma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3131457/ it starts out wellenoughwith the ghostof analmostkisshim laying back onthe bedher on all foursover himor all threes Isupposeone handis firmly graspinghimslowly strokingwhile her lipsjust barely brushhisunanswerednow at th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3131454/ the first word wasthe promise of something like lightsome parable of aGarden, a fallto be lost from Hissightbarely guilty, byFate and by trialto drown all thesame in some flood of the Nilea Fire it burns, anda Fire it growsvague humiliation isall our minds know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3129613/ if you hear the chimesor don’t hear themor only pretend tohear the chimesnever be so rudeas to trample thelove of the chimesin the unscriptedlover beside you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3129574/ doves dancein pearly whitebut carrion crowsfly lower stillhawk spotsthe hare againafter allit’ssimplynature’s endlessoverturesandthe lesson isthe rodis simply thenatural evolution of the branchbut what the tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3128153/ one time I read this bookabout vengeancebelonging to theLordand to him aloneyou meek manturn the other cheekand love yourneighbormind the migrantthe widowthe childrenall those childrenthat book.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3128150/ it’s funny how a place can becomea collection ofmemoriesa baggagea weightsomething more thana mere locationmore than a merephysical perceptionthis isn’t quite apoemI don’t know whatit isbut when all bootsare made for walkingan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3128099/ on any given sidewalkit’s any givensongthe busker strumsthe stringsto the assembledthrongand stirs upmemoriesthoughts so sweetand truejust memoriesstirrings sad andbluelikelove lostsuch a costa story written truea thing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3127342/ maybe there’s a mapa secret path tofindthe road forks aheadso many paths inkindso often we end upabout where we beganthe road leads whereits leddespite all that wehad plannedmaybe there’s amapwouldn’t it benice?a hidde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3127341/ we want our friends flawedmasks in mirrorswe want our egos rawour vanities our errorsmirrors and masksreflected backto let us knowit’s OKthat when we attackit’s just the packspeaking well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3127339/ My name is Otto Dietrich zur Linde. One of my forebears, Christoph zur Linde, died in the cavalry charge that decided the victory of Zorndorf. During the last days of 1870, my maternal great-grandfather, Ulrich Forkel, was killed in the Marchenoir forest by French sharpshooters; Captain Diet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3123198/ one must imagine Sisyphus happysomeone once wrotePrometheus claimedfire for manthe light ofknowledge and hopebut from the sightof manlike mirrors andsmokefrom the sight of usOlympus was smote years passed,came a Crossand strangescriptur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3121069/ i think I’m ready to dienoi don’t meansuicidejustnature will run itscourseit’s the knackersfor every broken horsefriends are fewand lovers lessi see againthis world’s amessi’m older nowjust feeling blue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3121061/ in my mind, i thinkbehind the creekwhere the deer drinkupon the brink of eveninga small cabina solitary windowopen shutters ablaze from the electric bulb above the sinkagainst the snowforsaking the darkan open window framed in nighti see a burning, phosphorescent whitei see in the darka solitary&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3119884/ the spider sitssilentlyweavinggossamer websof ink to catchsuch words, sucherrant fliesas these http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3119497/ my little furry frienduntil his bravest endyou know,the darkest days of lifecan cut you like a knifebut, by tooth and clawhis voice loud and raw...my little furry friend...I'd hereby like to sendmy warmest deepest thanksbecause the nights march in in rankssave for the lightof a furry little sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3119493/ The future depends on what we do in the present... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/3119242/ as I picked at myorange chickenand remembered Billy Collinslamentinghis old manat the Chineserestaurantsoappropriatelyreading BlindnessI realized thatNorth America’s worstf*****g p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2960955/ the seais an immense desertwheremanisneverlonelythe sea drownsbordersa placewhere mancan be freeandtheseais the embodimentofa supernaturalandwonderful existencewaves crash upon theclif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2958216/ let us praythatnature’s creativeforce isstronger thanman’s destructive instinctthe Earthdoes not want newcontinentsbut new men!new Manthe tide of thetimesman is n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2958215/ the seadoes not belongto despotsthe seadoes not belongto meon the surfacethere is onlyhungerandfearbetter to hunt with harpoon the monsterI seei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2958214/ four windsrippling sails riggingrudder lashedcompassspinningseven spokesform the wheela stern handto bringLeviathantoheelhearts of oakcoldwoodenbeastwhile counting beadsthe wavesstarvingfeasta breathing tidea voicefromthe Eastthe CupofWrathus sparedtheleastthe Lord give.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2954332/ the meekshall inherittheearthreminding meofourbedso boldthe flushofyour cheekherea garden growssinging songs about Cripple Creekheartshandsandfingersseekthoughall these ceaseless snowsherea garden growsholding on to the things weknowlistening while the rooster crowsall the whileherea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2952027/ likea wrinklewritupon the browlikea bruiseblack and blueit's much like flightamongtheboughsa long-fallow fieldfittoplowseasons turncards dealt to choosea stoneby it's very builder refusedyou knowsomewere born to sing the blueswaitingendless waitinglet it not be written upon the hearti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2952021/ the futurewill findusstill lookinginthemirrorthe future will find usstill sittingandwonderingifthe worldisinerrorkids will stillrun with gunsbe bornintothe fightand mornings will still give waytothatdarksacrednighttime will passandtime will be lostandkids will stilldiefor the Crossthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2951941/ what's to writeofcompassion?you knowthe timeshave gotafashionkidsstill sleepinthecampsthiscorrectivecollectiveofamillion"Mein Kampfs"wood and nailcrossof ironwisdomandwitto shine like the sun!does theuniformfit?to shine like the sunyoumustfirstburnlike it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2926972/ burning brighteach a candle in the night...what secrets are their to findhidden in Al-Aqsa mind...Torah's yokeorwooden crossiron nailsandsilver's drossI wonderthe handthatguidesthis penwhich cityorpoweristhe poet'skenbuttosubmitwhereallwhimsflowsome sayit's the placethatwisdomknowsa river .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2910850/ blue moon passinga fieldforthrashinga timeforfastingno moretwo hearts askingsorrowscollapsingvoices singingfromascoreit's love'staskingfeelingslastinglike grainsofsandamassingon a shorerazor blade linesmappingtattooed wristscontrastinga feeling that shakes metomycorewit and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2905187/ somewherea manwalksacross the roomjust tobanghisheadagainst thedoorand liestherecondemnednakedandshiveringon the floorbrickbybrickbuild that staircaseknowourfoolishprideusworkingpoorplant the seedsdancethe dancein perfect rhythmhave a creedbridge the mind'sdamningschismrununtiltheendthis raceandalwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2902944/ is itthehourortheage?knowall thingspasstime turnsitspagelikethe worksofOzymandiasnothing besidewillremainit's the calendar that sneers in cold commandthedyingofa lightthatgoodnightagainst whichwerageandrageandragedecades diefields fallowliewe're tall buildings built on sandso we'll wavegoodbyea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2902018/ A love letter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2898081/ "I have a foreboding of an America in my children's or grandchildren's time --when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2898053/ give meyourtiredyour pooryour huddled masseswordsforgottensomewhere there is a manlyingonthefloordispossessedmisbegottenI can seeI can see very wellthe darker currentsthat make up a nation's helland dark indeed the river beneathasicknessof soula historybequeathedthe swastika speaksi know it in my bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2897901/ Thee mighty Rudyard Kipling... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2895355/ the ancient childsohighandwildshe's a girlwholivesinspringI'm a junkmanwhocan singselling by the poundgarden soilwithagrinwhileshe livesin summer's shinewill shestill lovewhenwintersmiles?water a deserthope for somethingto growin my mindoronthe streetwe'llwave helloandnever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2894803/ day lightday breaktime has its plansthefucked upsnowmanevery day the earth it turnsandall the cloudspassbyempty wordswillbeburiedintheurnand I'm notugly when I'm lyingthe icicle hearttheover-eagerstartthere was a jokeoncetold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2894782/ there is a riverthere isaspanthey said you'd find Godin a kilncurious clayafireisfannedthe ocean speaksthe highways unwindsuch secrets to seekkeep these thingsin mindseasons will turnlike pages readthe fight is realdon'tleavea ragged wordunsaidand with penin fisttake in all time'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2893591/ we left the gardenlikea day dreamorafeverhand in handwe walkedinto the waiting seathe Serpent sanga siren's songthe swordsplitthe ground behind usa place where sorry heartssimplycan'tstayher shade still stalksthis silent roomthissolemn silencea sailor'sdrunkensoliloquy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2890700/ For William Blake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2889873/ moods high or lowa garden growswe plantin springwatchfor what the weatherbringsmy memoriesof autumn pasti wonder why these thingswill never lastwinter's snowand full moon's glowamazed by all the things we knowit takes a life to learnand I knowI'm slowmarking timeonsorrow's rowbut by starlit shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2888823/ Just wanted to pop in and wish you all a happy Poetry Month! I'll be back one of these days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2886591/ they say there's a Creatorthat knows the soulthey say prayer is goldit's silence' callthe bells castin silvertollthe moving finger having writto witto writewe'll get on with ita soul to sing a sorry songthe night is dark as the day is longbut curious this fallow kilnmor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2883951/ Rumi's reflectionsa quiet Qurancount the grapes on the vineknow you're just a manhope for vague apotheosisfaith's a fine lineto wait they say is holyI wonder how the saved pass the timethey say the way is narrowliving on the government's dimeI can't see the planthe reason or the rhymewhat of Ginsbur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2883202/ day lightday breaksunrise sunsetday and nightin equal measuredarkness weighs me downheavy in my mindgrace aboundsanother mystery to findsatellitesand distant constellationsrise againa sleeping nationmy dim fascinationdisintegration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2882463/ old friendsold storieswe bartered ancient talesreligion abounded in those daysmyths and legendtonight I wonder as to the bloodsing songs from a scoreI wonder if they've been sung beforeI know the snow, I know the rainhistory books perched on my head againold friendsa curious choirschoolyard gamesand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2881754/ the spider's webtides flow and ebbtime is fair, so be awareto take the time, breathe in the airancient pines stretch towards the skytake a moment to wonder whytake off the mask, the uniformit's kindness' task, love will be borneit's wisdom's song, as forests growas time goes on, the less we know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2881044/ Kestrel by Kilgore TroutAnother song from the drunk and psychotic days...I can't quite remember all the places I've beenso i look out my windownow the clouds are moving in so I smileand put on a show in my mindwhile the cold windblowswe buy and we selland we reap and we sowwe convince ourselves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2880633/ A song I wrote and recorded many years ago while drunk and psychotic... inspired by the day to day violence we see all around us...Leavings of the Wolf (Unfinished) by Kilgore Trout http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLSullivan/2880132/