http://slow.writerscafe.org/jademirissa The original writings of author Honestly, Abe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written in response to (my favorite poet) Craig Arnold's poem titled "Bird Understander." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/1097585/ I throw frames to the ground when I writeWatching the glass shatter and melt into a puddle, turningThe timeline of perfect lives into the indecipherable chaosIt’s always been: awkward and candid and uncomfortableFunny, though not in the moment and usuallyUnplanned, like the engagement ring he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/967792/ My home is a stone bowl filled with blanketsThat I snuggle into when I’m alone, and homeAnd smuggle my favorite things, too: crayonsThe Phantom Tollbooth and a pink glass elephantThat I bought on a whim at an outdoor market,Candles that smell like camping and strong coffee andA pillow or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/967742/ I stepped over and then stepped backTo bend at the knees and look closerAt the lizard with a torn tail and closed eyesSo (like anyone) I prodded his belly andHis tiny raptor fingers flexed out andOne tiny eye peeked open to make sureI was not my dog (who I assumed wasThe culprit in his handicap) and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/966707/ She’s got a hundred sultry eyesFlickering like old swamp lampsStanding waist deep in still lakewaterHer spider leg fingers clutch his cellphoneBlue-glare texts light the muddy laps of wavesLike a toddler’s impressionist color book sunsetYou smile in strange stillness watching the treesLi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/964300/ The underside of seashells flickers cold colorsLike the blue of a November lakeGreen and lighthouse gray, (but for me wholly) the exact-Yellow that owl’s eyes glitter in the dark boughs ofPeach trees that don’t belong in the woodsIn the first place, and it makes me think aboutHow much I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/964295/ He is of the sun, and so he is not by naturePermitted to be dark, or blue, or lucklessOr mysterious like the woods where his twinSprings from oak to pine, or like PlutoShadowed from all light, cursingFate of the drawn luck he’s pulledHe sits on the lowest-hanging boughOf the playground tree, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/964293/ We snuggle into our shellsHardening every dayAnd all anyone ever seesAre the titanic claws we exposeWe would savor well nakedRaw and buttered to tasteBut it’s not willinglyAnd I won’t drill holesTo notice any new sunsets, becauseThey all look the same in my headToo many windows would col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/963039/ Muse             I make my homeSettling myself around youIn a purple stone bowl-It fills faster than I can photographA distinct moment andI lord over a breathless pageWithout a lack of appetiteBuilding walls to smother youClutching you to my breastLike an old grandfathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/963038/ We are the spirit of homeFireplace and cotton rugsCandles and the blue glareOf the televisionIt hasn’t been turned off for days nowWe smoke, eat, play, and are in loveWith life, loving adventure, sexHonesty, lies, working and fightingMaking up and hidingComing out and holding doors openFor peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/962275/ Fingers like a windstormFlog across the surfaceOf poetry             at workMagnifying (to question I guess)How             and whyWould we ever put aComma here             (wellit just felt right) and whatIs t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/961535/ He is the wanderer the youThe I - the eyeHe burns - turns toNobody             we sink into lifeLike the sad sag of a couchUntil he calls outAnd we (finally) seemTo grasp onTo who we areWho we always wereOdysseusMarks us allNames Nobody’s wanderersIn our own righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/961524/ The poet’s pen burstsTucking sky into the darkestIndigo she’s ever seen              andShe’s never been more captivatedMore spell-Bound than nowAt how her eyes strain to make senseOf every scin-Tillating speck of starOf the screaming moon   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/960567/ A single poetTreasured-You could say like the galleonDepicting (our) fireIn a young boy’s palmOr (in extinguishing the matterand perhaps)Overlooked-You could say like the coatWhose woolen fleshSags            beneath downpourAfter downpourThreading the very essenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/959399/ I felt so bright againstThe gray of December-Though I was alone and soNobody could (without a distant eye)Have noticed(Though what could words possibly-be worth)            stillI cannot escape the wayI think-I was making fireIn my handsI wasn’t-     &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/958766/ She’s got on these tightCan’t-breathe-deeply-enoughTights andHe doesn’t quite knowBallet or what color that isAurora pink          plié           tiptoeShe dips to perform, spins impressingAll in manner and movementIn a secon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/958755/ Paper-            backs  crackleWhen they burnTwist turn-            tangoFolding inwardsInto ashInto gaping soulsEscaping fleshTo start fresh coalsBrushing gray maskedColors-            like the scalesOr .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/954770/ Ashes from the cigaretteLeap from his dragAnd litter the cementSmoldering grayThe color of the blanketed skyAnd when the rain fallsLike glittering glassThat crashes upon the worldHe notices between sips of nicotineHow the drops hurl themselvesUpon her red umbrella, like a beaconThe exit glow in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/954768/  “Oh, my god! Is that a new tattoo?” Alexandraasked. She made my stomach lurch. Next to us, Benjamin lay on a blanket in thegrass at West Durham. He was too little to do much besides wiggle his arms andlegs like a turtle on its back. 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(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/600168/ A day in the life, or the end of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/596376/ To what end do we wait on?as the grin gliding through barren treesguides by blind meansto the lucid destination -to simply dream?vividly, yes, as the loveliest redthe queen, she ordered unto every rosebright as hearts bepaintings in oils -oils, polisheddreams to whim, bound, leap, reachthis wonder &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/595924/ The buzzing annoyance of a sincere heart, and finally giving in to the beauty of the unharmonious melody that is love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/595758/  Breaking is the eve       falling short;                                         in fadi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jademirissa/595697/