http://slow.writerscafe.org/rfilos The original writings of author Robert Filos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015417 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a short story in parts I'm working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1985822/ A Country State of Mindwhistling through dandelionseastbound waves of windarching along the obstructionposed by an old weathered barnrises and dives across clotheslinefiled with white picket signsof the country variation crispfront porch shade cradles pupsgranddad's violin playing heard withincreaki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1791203/ All the universe changed todaythe roar of quietness quickly came a lasting symbol of silent decayingrained within a violent reignsurrounded now complete with ironrust awakened this the roaring liondistant words and scenes long retiredbe days gone away the final smileas a leaf which turns before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1791201/ With white clouds surrounding clear blue eyessensations abounding giving rise to desiresa gracious letter written within rose petals thornsthe pain always makes things feel bloody coldyour words drip now thick and red pooling deepbetter ones have deserted the castle you draw downupon yourself among .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1789045/ Trick Shot Jimmy and Cue Ball Willy died in the alley. Their hustle done amid bullets, blood, and Franklin's. Damn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1783923/ Listening to hear my baby's footstepsanother morning, wind whistles the blueschickens scratching along the dirt roadon the run, rooster lifts his tail once moreEarly morning sun, shining grey upon memind swirling, inside a spring dust devilcarried along the old barbed wire fencewhich once contained .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1783247/ Dusty shoe box a child's treasure chestold letters and stamps things from the pastgrandpa's war medals a fragile pressed roseyellowed faded report card and a piece of twinea gold watch band some scrapings of melted waxthe whiff of a musty old cigar one metal buttonthree cuff links none a pair lock o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782543/   Moving to the country and starting a family has made for lots of great stories for this kid from Da Bronx. You see, where I come from we weren’t allowed pets. Parkchester in the 60s and 70s had rules about having pets The rule was, no pets. And having this rule made it easier for our pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782444/ Sitting down by the flowing black watercasting my unspoken words aboveand watching the joy of my daughterflying up the bank below like a doveMoss clinging to an old bald cypressas orange rays ripple, breaking silencea blue heron lashes, snaring a small fisha world of hope extending to the horizonAs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782142/ actually a poem with the story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782070/ The mind rolls within aching skullperception falters, vision dullsmannequins wear the futurelanguage moves in a stuporthis symphony without melodycastration revealed as destinythe echo seen not a rainbow just the sound of the shadowmocking micro-waves climb the wallsdistant clouds of poison cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782066/ I may expand this one later http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782062/ Who thought that all this time could passand we would still remember those daysDo you know why some times are specialand others just fadeRiding in that Chevy morning, noon, and nightlistening to the notes of our youthSeagull and Musta' Got Lostour very own teen paradeWe loved the back shore, and Goo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1782052/ Young people song stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781592/ not a true story, just some writing I was doing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781581/ With precision, moments continues to make historyand memories build within meLetters and words expel themselvessearching out a position and placeA losing battle for the man in methe tide rising faster than release can beand still I grasp for the plug that opensthat wave held back by the painScratch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781505/ Another one of my Writings for the revolution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781461/ ANOTHER WRITING FOR THE REVOLUTION by Captain FolktasticA psycho test for the masses. Don’t worry it is not you they are after.It is always someone else who don’t matter.Right?Come on, right?No worries mateIt is just a disaster. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781456/ LYRICALLY SPEAKING ITS FOR THE BAND ...arrMy system couldn’t take it it wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781446/ christian • techno • pop • poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781442/ Dawn breaking compasses my soulconsciousness contends brutally fighting in an attemptto raze controlThere is a shaking, quaking required riftpost modern Pangaea splittingbreaking, cracking, requirementcompassion demands its siftAbrupt is the breaking of this domedispersed, discarded, destroyed,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781434/ inspired by: https://youtu.be/1n57WBtvtC4 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781433/ call me Ishmaelor maybe Ahabor Elijahor Starbuckor Queequegbut don't call me who I ambecause that is not who is menot robertno, not robertjust call me JONAHfor, for I that is right and just and truenot me but who me isJONAH that's meA life spent in rebellionwith moments of obedienceis it y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781425/  The really big gang wars had mostly gone out of style by the time I was coming up in the Bronx. But as you have seen if you have been reading some of these ramblings, I always found a way to make the scene.  Looking back on things, always makes me feel like Forest Gump, or Little Big Man... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781404/ A little bit about my writings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781038/ I was never much for school after about 4th grade. To be honest, I found it boring. Now we lived in the South quadrant in Parkchester, I guess that’s why St. Helena's was our parish. Church and grade school all in one compound. If you didn't grow up Catholic I don't think any description I or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781017/ I wrote this on Thanksgiving afternoon 2015. Now don't think to yourself, "Rob has really gone off the deep end now". We all know that happened long ago. Must be that comfort food smells as memory inducers thing, but Thanksgiving day and I'm thinking Irish Soda Bread.So if after a few of my Catholic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1781009/ Growing up in the Bronx you would have thought that I had spent many years enjoying the Macy's Thanksgiving day Parade in Manhattan in person. But as a child there was nothing further from the truth. In fact, I can only recall going to the Parade as a child once. Maybe it was due to the fact that my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780994/ A little bit of free form free flow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780979/ I Do Not Think, Therefore I Am Notin the matter of the momentpastel memories rebound hazy purple sound barely brightened to seein the clatter of your movementbombshell parodies aboundshomemade battlegrounddeadly heighten seain the chatter of amusementa seashell carries you around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780931/ In the space of timeour lives intertwinedand we became known as friendsbut there comes a timewhen all things declineand more than friends we become saints http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780896/  I think I'm ready to continue with the adventure, so let's have at it. Now everything up to this point in my telling of the events that year was just the prelim's.  I'm saying that, you needed to get a grasp on the who, and what, and where, and when, of the time to get the full impac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780622/ SHHH, LISTENTHE BOYS ARE GROWNTHE GIRLS ARE GONETHE WIVE'S A DRONETHE MIND'S ALONEAGAINST THE BACKDROP OF CHILDHOOD DREAMSCONCEALED CONTAINED IN NIGHTMARE SCREAMSWHO LOSES MOST WHO CARES THE LEASTWHOSE SHADOWY HEART BEATSWHOSE MYSTERIOUS THOUGHT RETREATSTHE CHANGING WEATHERMAN MADE OR NOTLIKE CASTI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780533/ tracinG the path of where we have beenengulfeD by the sound of the swirling windwherE tsunamis move competing for land A generation of beggars walking hand in handfrozeN hilltops they blind the eyes of mantrackS beneath the snow are hard to understandthiS waythaT wayrounD and round we golifE is more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780529/ A faint pink lightbreaks forth on the distant shoreas if a candle on a nightstand flickers before it fades creating  that slim spiraling plume of greyMy senses,at first confusedsights and sounds and scentsOh, how some memories though long agocompete with all the melee that is todayYes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780521/ who can knowwho can tell for sureis it the failing of the bodyis it the failing of the mindthat causes me to writethat causes me to be this kindknocking on doors that most won't openknocking on doors most don't care to find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780512/ A song for the one I love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780504/ Trick Shot Jimmy, stands on the corner every night waiting for his luck to change, he’s such a sorry sight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780443/ politely. promoted. propagandized pressurised. pulverized. politicized .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780055/ bleeding words do stingthe ceremonies of springpass as a child on swingashen lovers honey bringlost homework they will clinga scarlet bribe is their kingthe ravens broken wingmakes songbirds all to singrolling golden balls of stringand the poor they just starewishing, scratching, if they careit's re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1780009/ last night I thoughtwhat have I wroughtfelt writing was a waste'cause no one has my tasteis there anybody readingor my mind be deceivingthough it help with the painit not worth the strainand when I thought I'd write no moreit's all become to much of a chorethen in my inbox does appeara little bit of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779962/ When I Paint My Masters Piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779686/ To clamour about national morals in the time and place we live reeks of scandal. Or have you not heard that our United States (We the people) are the one and only nation to actually use atomic weaponry against another people. Our leaders speak of being able to deter terror, mass murder, war crimes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779390/ the children all are playing in the dark with their latest phonesbut you just sit there patiently waiting for me to come homeand the expected stories are being posted on the cia's social experimental siteswhile senators and lonely prostitutes drink shots throughout the georgetown nightin the morning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779375/ wrap me up and package me in a tin can like Bumble Bee .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779284/ I just wrote this and can't describe it yet too much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1779063/ Little preaching if you please.perception perceived deceptiondeceivedNOconception conceivedresurrectionreceivedMore grace than you'll ever need. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1778955/ FOLKWRITINGS FROM THE FUTURE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1778459/ Another day or another timebeneath the rhythm and the rhymecadence won't stand the test of minedespite the rules, emotion reignseach passion of letter wrote, remainsforgetting what you've been told is gain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1778422/ From When I Paint My Masters Piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rfilos/1778413/