http://slow.writerscafe.org/Redground The original writings of author Redground en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085550 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rise up, rise up again my precious wild-Your slumber can't hold this away,This which calls us to tangle Blue puppet scream-Flesh flight fury In the vast herem desert In the dangleIn danceIn despair You call me to the bath,To our tiny refuge Pressed upon each otherSoft flesh b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1651286/ It was a day for GreekFor city workers and evolution For rough necks and butterflies For the ashen goddess and August dog children For mafia women and their blood bullet lipsGiving me death and resuscitation In shudders of silver semen-It was a day of flesh,Naked thoughts of retreat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1651280/ When black summer slipsStaggering down rain mouth murmur machinenight,Sound, so subtlelike cool stone thoughtHold us under our wet sky matterAnd not leave us wanting to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1651279/ I was looking through some small sayings and poems my daughter was helping me with and had to laugh out loud, she was 3 at the time, always wanting to help me write. These are her poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1651273/ Alright I said to Willie-shake-a-spear, I'll murder the air and all of the nightmares climbing like vinesover your pruned scalp, Awake,and seduce the sea-split siren. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1650648/ Just the beginning of a story I was writing in Orlando back in 2003. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1648750/ I saw you in the sky todayas the sun was setting,You were a cloud silhouettedstretched out before me.Backlit and rollingOn your stomach now, breasts pressed against the horizon,Cheek of light dancing down the small of yourback, And just as my hands, fingers, lips, kisses-fade,Slo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1648722/ It used to come so easy, the living, the sex, the women burning formy c**k between their breasts-Look at me now-A flower cut off my my rocker has ricketslike stepping on crickets or roaches-All the chariots lack horses-And now like then, it's the owner who licks the sweet glory c**t-Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1648708/ Pasty in gloomRunning the roomDogs on the moon-And you thought those where shadows?Every fetish in the spectrum,She wants fisted in the restroom-China dolls will come on call-but I think they're all infected. Where is my Zombie?"You left it in the lobby""And by the way, the conci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1648697/ Soft angel,Suited for desires and strange edens, Jeweled within these silky mirrored walls,Shrugging off new faces in the hard fire,We succumb to grace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1648686/ Warm upScreaming limbs of a strange tribe,Angry ballerinas making love to the floor inawkward relations, Seduction in yawning eyes, sprawling hardwood angelswith wrapped feet and bruised knees,Chorus of chaos, The flaming General calls them to grace,Into one great crucifixion of sile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1647882/ Today I called the rain, like a stray dog, Like an old loverLike a toothache-it came slow and pulsing, Salvador Dali walks the street in a dress-Holding a mirror and the plague in his hands-Charlie Manson sings the Whitie Blues while Sadie has put her butcher knife to carrots instead of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1647877/ A panther screams in the night, A boy polishes the silver forest, A fathers feet are cinder blocks,A mothers breast offer only dust,A junkie finds salvation at a strangers funeral, A head refuses pillowed sleep,A hand may be the most under appreciated instrument,A heart rejects love,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1647871/ This is more of a rant than a poem, I was 3 months in my stay, I stayed another 5 1/2 years. That's poor judgement but I met a couple of friends that I can call brothers from my stay so it wasn't a wa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1645609/ Dead flowers in a jar,I think of you. Dead air on the radio,I think of you,Dead insects in the windowsill I think of you-My iron gate has rusted to the perfectorange,When it rains, that slow horrible drizzle-I see your eyeA tiny cameraDocumenting-Mimicking mustard gas Flash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1644967/ Black,All bound stains and slaves ofshacks-Pound for poundI am the king of killers-Sky slaughter in blood red stellar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1644958/ From my second book, these are just short ones I'm posting at first. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Redground/1644957/