http://slow.writerscafe.org/wlfsonic The original writings of author CD Campbell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986643 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Simple Words on a PageShe was broken,Beautiful.Simple words on a page.An honest Bill of sale. (If there was such a thing)Etc.Etc.In a cracked laugh, I decided the dry spellWould end. Must End.Drinking.Gulping.Swallowing the world.There was a time,(not long ago),The mountaintopsBurned infin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2957794/ The Fine Line Between Love and Hate   I have seen that the man’s not dead,but dying.  Cryingpale milk eyesreflect amidst the rose kissed lipssmeared on the mirror; lovinglychoked in sadness,       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2820339/ Caves  I’ve been thinking of caves lately.  The thought of a trickling streamas it snakes its way downwardinto a greedy black abyssreminds me of how our dreams meander to the river Styx. It is then, in that bitter intellect,those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819680/ If Only We Had the Will  Surrounded by concrete, broken desire;it’s fitting that a mans will would be haunted.The eyes follow the flood to the gutter,  once cherished trash floats awayto disappear in the great iron gashthat never heals. Goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819547/ An UnwantedGift  The dreamwas like lightning in a bottle.  I don’t’remember;                              d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819546/ Summer (Rejoice!)  Summer.  Once adecayed grey petalcaught in a rolling wave,now green, bright, deep; Rejoice! On the abdomen of bumblebee is the goldening sunreflecting its joy to the crevices below, warming the coo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819480/ A little beatnik. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819299/ Nothing to See Here There is nothing so rigid as steelin the spine.                        Unbendable.Ready to break in a moment of doubt.   W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2819297/ River  The Canadian River,                                          (Combined f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2818717/ NorthboundIt's a nighttime with red eyes and I'm begging for intelligent intention,but all things grow from chaos, always does.   11:47 P.M. Central Standard Time.Northbound I-35.The 440 Mopar lion roars and the grasslandswave their appreciation in the hi beam. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2818090/ From Georgia to ColoradoMy dreams are sheer and hard to keep, When there are whispers in my sleep.I hear your words; they grow and grow, And feel your bosom softly weep.I watch you go, Out in the blow,From Georgia to Colorado.You once were pine scent in the rain,A darkly dancing hurri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2817405/ The Dread in Cutting Away Your YouthIIn a foreseeable futureI see my grass greener than stone;green as a season in twilight.I see the hawk screech on the edgeof a golden harvest delayedand decide it's an old conceitwhere you cut your thumb, pledge yourselfto brightness, but darkness always come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2817162/ I'm Just Getting Warmed UPor My Neighbor Annoys the S**t Out of METree trimming is creation. Oftentimes, it's black magicconjuring a gate to hell,to which in this instanceI can now see my neighborstanding on his finely manicured lawn,coffee in hand.   "Hello neighbor""Watcha doin?"De.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2816916/ The Air is Roaring SilenceIThe air is a roaring silence.My ears stay open to it.I can reach into the darknesswhere the clouds gather;make the grass, the trees,a brighter green.Bury a memory with each new store bought flower.  IIThere was always a possibility that you would never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2816612/ A Song of Hope(or of hope for simplicity)  Where there is the light, there is the biteOf a snow tipped mountain; a pinnacle of whiteTo tame, climb, to know of nature in its heavy breath As it travels down to the valley.   I have decide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2166605/ Inthe Depths of Sinking   Iwas once a fleeting morning swallowWho pecked his grin across the dazzled glass,Thoughin my heart all good dreams turned shallowAsthe forgetful years began to pass. Whereis the man, when he no longer sees th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2156255/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2152072/ Falling Up   He thought the chilled blue air a blessing ininsanity.The symmetrical downtown trees would quiver, dumpanother year of absorbed pollution into the gutter.He knew the leaves, when dried, made good pillows. Today, the scratching ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2150145/ Tough Questions  Where can a good man find his religionWhen life's a painful flap of a pigeonWhose broken body lays stuck in the mudAfter dipping its feathers into the floodWhen yesterday it rained just a smidgen? Where can a good man rest his hungr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2150144/ An Alley of Forests  My blood:  Astyxian ribbon. My voice:  Abeheaded Orpheus. My heart travels to back alleys,combines the two as brothers.We comb the forest of dead desire,crossover to the forestof chemical forgetfulness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2149901/ What did yougive me?Naught?Plenty?  A willowthin shadow dancing inthe sun,plastered toconcrete? Oh. It’s notenough to speak of it now.Whengasoline hits the rainthere is arainbow.When itdrizzles, you can followthe manycolor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2149900/ No knowing home across theriver,Feet on a bridge under a pinegreen seaConnecting the elegy to an uncut bough. There are creaturesthere.  See?                    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2149746/ Before my calloushands harden,Before the manyfingers split;Let thelight leak throughIn a blaze,scour the old skin. Let itdissolve the milk-bloodThat poolsin the blind eye,Let a glancedare the peripheralSet to amocking horizon line.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2149735/ Dearest,  Thewillow I planted some age ago has grown beyond its bounds and now blocks outany starlight from my midnight window.  Ireach out with my fingers from time to time and try to connect the ghostly orbswith your lilting words, but I can no longer gaze at V.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2149381/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2148615/ pastoral poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2148611/ ADustbowl Lament   I’veseen a mess of pain,            Of that there is no doubt,Whendust is in the grain            And gone from all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2148495/ Escape  Amountain of glass                         betrays you,insistsits mercury           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2148494/ Modern day mythology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147737/ A Mountain Song  He’s the poor boy gone under the mountain,He’s the poor boy ain’t no one wants to see.When the devil comes, he goes a shouten’.When the devil comes, that poor boy is me.   I go to chippen that coal, day and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147735/ Ain’tSo Lucky   Thereain’t no saintsarounda quarter till three,that’swhen my doors blowdownandthey come and see me. Igot a pipe for a song.Igot a rock for their roll.Igot that key to their lock.Ig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147513/ Oh Laura Lee  Oh Laura Lee, can’t you see where I’m a goen?Down in the valley where the cold winds been blowen.Gonna cast off the blood, never mind me knowenOf all the things you want me to be, Laura lee. Oh can’t ya see, Laura Lee, it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147489/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147488/ Ole Papcame into the mission early this day.Guess wordgotten around I’ve been holden up here.He didn’teven ask what the hell had happened,just shookmy hand, took most of my kit, and walked out. I couldsee in his eyes that he knew the desertmakes adead man .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2147016/ PadreMiguel’s got me tending the squashtoday. Yesterday was the tomatoes.It’snot bad work when you think about it,keepsthe last part of me from dying out.Anew well needs to be dug, there is that.Themesas just outside my window burn likesilver fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2146307/ Miles Davis - Someday My Prince Will Come http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2145983/ Anoushka Shankar - Land Of Gold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2145982/ Deadmau5- Random Album Title http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2145981/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2145980/ BlahTwitter Poetry #1   I’veoften climbed the burning ladderofembarrassment.   (Haven’twe all?) Todayis not the day               to fall .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2144819/ TheMan Descending  I  Inevitable,muted through the years;Theshiver pines shake the dew,                                         Drip,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2144283/ SamStarr Comes a Courting Belle Shirley Reed    Ibelieve in the knife spilling my blood;havefelt the painful graze against the ribs.Iknow when to sew it up, fight again.I’mmeaner than any damn copperhead. Theysay my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2143273/ Praiseto a Naive Philosophy (andbeing chained by them)   Iam still creating dilemmas andbeing chained by them. Interwovenfrom the naïve philosophyof bitterness, hammeredfrom a single ancestry;theoiled chain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2143059/ Hard TimesGot a nickel worth a cheeseGot a pocket full a peasGonna leave it all behindThem ole hard times gonna rollRoll right off my mindI'm gonna take that bottleHit my boot on that throttleI'm gonna chug till I'm blindThem ole hard times gonna rollRoll right off my mindThat there scratch, he's be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2142629/ AnOldtime Apology (of sorts)     I’vebeen cutting my teethonyour cold stone heart, yourmoods been as solidasthe hard pan clay. One's mind is on the summer wheat,fears on the final tally.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2141698/ Bluebirds& Whiskey    It’sall come down to this -anotherhappy hot dayfullof grain and sunshine.Letthe stud get his fill.Letthe c**k strut his run.Asfor me - I’ll watch thebluebirds on the barbwireand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2140863/ The End of Summer     I pray to remember what I can.The endings seem to write themselvesin giant fissures and faded colors,of fallen oaks buried in bluebonnetsor trickling streams that emptybefore reaching their creek. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2140132/ Failing at Remembrance I can't say that they know you ~Neanderthal ~ ancient black glassdug up only in needed memory ~You have stated repeatedly in the tickof time ~ we are but star dust ~so be dogshit ~ the heavenly leaves ~a faded mindrunning the enjambed line~ silenced as the rusty nail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2135037/ Scene from an Old MovieWe would always feel farfrom home in the paleand fall ill in the winterof our brief illusions. Words would be our deathand the tongue: a quick razor.  You would shed a silvering tearon our growing misfortune.I would promptly wipe it, then keep it in my pock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2083854/ Of Flesh and Bone Being the Tools of GodI can know the hammer to be divine,as it's of wood, steel, bone, or otherwise;a gift from God that molds manly nature.The saw blade: a woman's sharp righteousnesswhich I have felt the bite of many times and have been shaped by its teeth in each stroke.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wlfsonic/2082427/