http://slow.writerscafe.org/ColinKingsden The original writings of author Colin Kingsden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229269 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Afternoon rain: something all-knowing;I speak for all when I call myself well-acquainted with your being.Here is something truly magnificent,like a tide rolling in and maskingthe imperfections in the naked sand-banks. Here is a Judgment Day that does not judge:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1554052/                     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1549413/ wakes up in March. There was another before you. Walks likean overacted portrayal of an armyman might walk if you couldenvision such an exaggeration.Has tattoos of tattoos. Has a box lives in a box lives by a box. Cries sometimes on thesides of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1543551/     What is the truth?The truth is that we cannot fly.This is the first truth, a primaryestablishment of some limitation,and yet we choose to limit ourselvesstill through other more deliberate truths. Consider the second truth, that I lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1542386/ Remember that you did not deserve to wake up in a bed other than your own, and saunter awayplacid and proud, like a dog who has succeeded in scaring away a flock of defenseless birds. What do you whisper about at night? The scienceand technology of ancient Greece and Rome? Rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1528765/      here is the truth:I am leaving soon. Nine days?ten? It makes no difference inthe end. This is not to say that I am tobe gone forever, or even long.It is simply to say that I haveother lives to tend to for now.What was it that Thoreau said&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1528764/ I firmly believe in the notionthat melody and lyric share a special bond.Ambiguity finds its root in the place wherethe nature of this bond is thus examined:Is it symbiosis, with each benefiting from the other? I do not believe so. I shall offer up the idea thatit is more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1525021/ I live out the days when we are togetherliving not based on how we came togetherbut insteadbased on how we remember we came together:dangerous, magical, wrong and perfectly right - forever-not young. Not stupid. Not, no, never - never…This is not - will not be - irreplaceable.Do you not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1524534/                         This is mostly to say thatthis room was empty when I first arrived.Now the bed is pushed against the backof my desk, to which my dresser is adjoined.But these are arbitrary things, and remnantsmostly of cookie-cutter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1522403/ Rock steady, rock steady:Breathing; love-bearers become heavy -break the levee, break the leveeYour heart, hands, mouth, becomes-all;becomes-you, becomes-weak, becomes-breaking -Stopping hard, stopping heavy:Hold-up, fall-hard, breathe . . . breathe;enthralled to ignored, light to heavy -Stop - shiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1520776/ E n d l e s s l y  i n s p i r e d  b y  y o u :You, whom I once thoughtto be lost in the summer’s night,in sun-showers and the fervor of ripening;when I was young and unfetteredand could savor the gifts broughtunto me, delivering me from aimlessness to a birth most cathart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1520769/                 how many new moonshave passed us over since they ceased to pass us in between?Back when there were still bumpy ridesbeneath the twilight, there was also a Dawn;there was a Birth, and they say that God smiledfor he was pleased.   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1520768/ When I long for the voices of othersI shall not sag into self-obsession,or treat their words as tokens of any fashion,collected one by one - each day -to satisfy my needy way.I shall not say I am a poet,or live in any state self-professed -this is to say, egotistically obsessed;longing for vali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1520765/ Your eyes exploit my weaknesses;compromise my most intimate vulnerabilities.Agh! This is foolish love - things of a tease,and unto my heart, impossibly sweet kisses.I am sorry - I cannot resist staring,even if in doing so I lose my sensible selfin New York City living that from the Midwest fellinto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColinKingsden/1520758/