http://slow.writerscafe.org/daninstockholm The original writings of author daninstockholm en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979513 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thoughts upon reading Kenneth Patchen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/2106774/ It's been quite awhile, but I thought I'd peek in, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1894219/ She came from mountain topsOnly breathing in the summerA soldier who fought the rain for youA runner who delivered the messagesOf the Gods to you. But you, You've forgotten the rubbish ofYour former lives. The thin air and all The breaths you never shared with her leaving her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1868251/ My last night at home wasThe last night of my home.I ran down scarlet streetsTo the cacophony of deathAs shell after shell ripped the earth.My mothers eyes ran redAs her body watched me leave.My fathers entrails All that was left behindTo wave me off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1796280/ sad but good news,, we'll see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1770904/ finally a new poem!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1750174/ As if happinessWas a country or a farmWe plant our rootless souls Withered and inanimateIn the lifeless soilHoping to avoid Paying the taxes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1730197/ Thesepoets released their hearts on the world                      The ones we knew and lost,Thosepunk poets with ADHD and precious fits of anger,      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1727783/ Were you not the Moon I would stumble in my darknessA blind man lost on a pointless highway. Were you not a Sigh My soul would never draw abreathI would suffocate and my lungs explode. Were you not a Rose  My world would never know of beauty, I would curse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1725499/ No attempt at greatness here, my friends, just a small hello and a wave from this side of the pond http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1723038/ Our love was like a garden, Nurturing to the eye whileThe roots choked onTheir own soil.  Or maybeOur love was like Two redwoods seeking light But basking in constant rain, or Our love was like a tease of theTaste of Crème Brule,The taste experienc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1717192/ a poem inspired by a beautiful photograph I found on tumblr, this is the link, http://stremplerart.tumblr.com/post/134270754454/fundobjekt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1713614/ The poets wrote of deaths, Not their own, nor anyone they knew.Hardly a new feat, “Timor mortis conturbat me” was the mantra, But instead of warmth, Igrimaced in pain. Somehow the clang hurtthe ear, Like a broken mokugyo. Nothing rang true to the depth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1708303/ True there is no “I” in poetryBut there is heart.There are soulsFrom time immemorial With secrets yet to share, Seductions to be finishedAnd tears yet to shed. All of our souls and dreams, Our entire collective unconsciousDrawn like beads on a tight stringAlong the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1702136/ a poem of the dichotomy of life, the ever growing separation between classes, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1700135/ Your men arecascading,Oh widows of war,Cascading away from you and Out of your arms and your livesThey areleft alone drowning in the streets With the blood of our sins on their handsYour sons and brothers, Are merely the dead without namesSoulless wanderers through our minefi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1691364/ He ran from the Cross that chased him,Afraid of the impending combinationWhen the wooden slabs mix with the living skinBurning its way into its own eternity.The permanence seared into his consciousnessFace white as a ghost,  unrecognizable,His wife would say she "had no idea who he was"The onlo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1677633/ yet another attempt at Haikiu, for one or two here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1677141/ a piece on co-dependnecy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1670050/ there is no them, there is only us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1667986/ These two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on a small town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1661404/ These two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on a small town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1661402/ This piece was inspired by our yearly trek to Skogskyrkogården, (or Forest Cemetery) outside of Stockholm, where my wife’s parents and other family members are buried, and where my wife and I will be buried when it’s time. As part of the All Saints Day observation (Alla Helgons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1660375/ I see my father sleepingThe only peace he knows is sleepShould we wake him?I see him sleepingAnd recall my youthful dreams of himAll dreams, I suppose, begin in youthThe young can afford to dreamSmokestacks become cathedral spires, Then aspirations, fueled by the noble half of our nature,Grow higher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1654838/ I wrote earlier about my youth. A time spent hiding from bullies and thesearch for a way out. This time, I want to write about more current events andwhat lead me to be so outspoken on Palestineand the “Arab Spring”.  I’ve never much cared for those who for w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1648651/ i wrote this a number of years ago when I opened my blog, thought I'd share it here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1648649/ a post from my blog on Sept. 11, 2011, about a memory that came to me on the morning of Sept 11, 2001 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1648643/ my first bilingual poem, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1647999/ an anti-war poem in the style of the great DR. Seuss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1647912/ remembering one of my true heroes for his 75 birthday, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1647908/ YouNo matter where I go you’re thereNo matter whose face I see it’s yoursOr a part of you or a resemblance Or a wish that it was but it’s alwaysYou all the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1647904/ And then she said to me,”Speak to me of love”Flustered, I reached for my water glass.That can be a daunting task for a man,Do I follow the standard course?3 words, half muttered,Tripping over my testosterone?Or do I tell the truth?That the moon is the cotton ball I would useTo dry her te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1646037/ Not an attempt at perfect form, but old writing that I found and thought to share,, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1646036/ a poem after Mr. Leonard Cohen, mentioning a place or two in Portland, Oregon, my hometown. an adult theater and the Columbia River http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1644857/ a short poem inspired by the photograph http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1643114/ to my lovely wife http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1641070/ He writes his sorrows in a listOne word at a timeA monosyllabic memorial To his painAccounting for every momentEvery person who walked awayEvery mistaken friendshipEvery invisible soulEvery chance to growEvery reason not toEvery grief ungrievedEvery hidden smileWe all lose things in our livesOur sel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1638307/ My first story, in 3 parts, taking place here in Stockholm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1636855/ The rare haiku. Wish i was better at it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1635696/ Sometimes the distance overwhelmsThe pen doesn't satisfyA rose in a message has no scentAnd a hollow touch but feeds the need http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1633824/ She picked the flowers out immediatelyThe vase on the table next to the carafeShe acted happy to get themTheir innate promisesHad disappeared long ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626749/ “October 2002, in London”, she said “that’s when I found it”I shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about“I was wearing red and you were trying to stay dry”We were in London again, we were staying insideTate Modern can wait, the exhibit doesn’t cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626748/ Wednesday morning, 3 amThe trains had stopped runningAnd you were still hereYour dirty dress lay on the chairIn a heap, knickers tossed asideDexter Gordon had just finished his gigI walked out of the JazzHus MontemarteAnd there you were,Your eyes smoldering and invitingCopenhagen in the 60s was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626746/ The leaves were always thereOn the dry ground, natures abstract paintingsBrushstrokes of God on the SquareI remember as a kidI used to run thru them many timesThe rustle would make me laugh,Something I needed to do more of.And again in college,Walking through the groundsThey were there, beckoning, p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626745/ I hear your voice, talking to the plantsAs the morning sun washes the herbs on the windowsillYou’ve always talked to the plants,A nurturing, motherly habit of nature,But you’ve always said, “It’s practical, they grow When they know they’re loved”I look up from my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626742/ It’s the Sea,Washing away the shoreline of my will.Hushed like a bulb in midwinterFull of secrets, but silent,It’s the winds,Beckoning all the Earth To it’s sweet surrenderIt’s a quiet fire seen but not heardNever truly controllable, It reshapes my worldAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626737/ I express myself with wordsDunno why, but that’s what I’veAlways done.  Always wantingTo be heard no matter what butAt other times too timid to speak up. NotThat I fear my words irrelevant, quiteThe contrary. (That’s the problem!)Sometimes the burn to be heardIs too strong and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626735/ I feel these walls Stone fingers tracing my skin Tugging on my coat Flipping their nails at the brim of my capThey whisper to me Comforting me with silent coffee Espresso moments of clarity Gazing through the eyes of the carpet Out through the windows they provide me Threaded together through woolle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1626734/ Because sex isn't always love and love isn't always beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1625096/ on my bday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/daninstockholm/1616399/