http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaleidescapist The original writings of author Ariel B. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Morning comes gently,washing awaythe tarnish of dreamswith soft fingers of soothing mist.Grey sky - no piercing rays of sunto reawaken consciousnessof pain - grey cloudsa counterpane of comfortoverhead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/1128883/ We sit on hard chairsand our fingertips tasteof salt.We do not speak,for fear of losingall composure:faces setin carefully schooledexpressions - weare like statues.I am told that Irishmendrink and carouse and cryand laughover stories from long ago - we sit in stillnessand manufacturea preternatural .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/1128882/ Moon in the gutter, rising below trash-trunk'd trees;moon was a June ruin,silver spoon snorting the breeze.Fell tripping on acid rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/961349/ It's always rainingIn my head. You filter throughIn wet shades of grey,Leaving a trail of footprintsDripping salt behind my eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/961329/ There's a chill in the airgets dark before it's nightfallen leaves break under footdressed in white. There's a green world swallowedby an absence of light,a softer world waitingjust out of sightready for winterto bury it in snowwrap it all around it alland let the future go - oh - I know that spring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/845404/ I’m falling in love     with being alone, maintainingRadio silence, not at home     to visitors today. Radio silence;     the world has gone still.I can hear the sounds     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/769524/ Written for Selene's Synaesthesia contest (a topic which hits rather close to home; thank you for the lovely reminder!). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/748156/ Ariel + sleep deprivation + too many old funk records = poems about Bootsy Collins (!). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/740485/ shed my skinslash and burnthe edges, wantingout http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/736155/ This is for every girl I knowwho sees the future reflectedin her own spilled blood:your prophet is false, dear one,sweet victim - that oracle lied when she impliedthat hurting could ever be enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/733746/ Something I wrote a few years ago, sent out to a handful of magazines, and forgot about. Recently it was published in The Stray Branch, which reminded me I'd written the thing in the first place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/724620/ Morning comeslike barbed wire, leavingrust in my coffee,red dots on the palms of my hands. I hold on tight,write postcards to an absent friend - emotions I will never send -  staring at blank pages, formingwords I don’t quite know the meanings of. Each moment is made up of patte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/714560/ The sun wraps strong fingers around your faceand leaves a halo in the spacebehind your head:for a few brief moments, you wearthe painful brightness,the blinding whiteness,the lightness of angels.And I turn my eyes awayand gaze instead at your shadow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/713233/ Dusk, twilight;evening starlight;end of day:stray cats,swooping batshunting prey. Here I sit and here I stay - the steps are hard, the buildings grey,the hour late - but still I’ll waitfor you. Lamplight, flashlight,little silver flask light,all alone and feeling blue.Wish I may, wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/708818/ I want to sleep ina bed of flowers tonight,hypnotizing starswatching over our bodies.I want to hold you tightly in my armsand listen to the warm assurance of your breath. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/708802/ Dreaming, I standat the edge of a seaof broken glass,wading barefootin splintering waves.And far away, the sound of the shoreline:silken sand,softly inviting the evening skyto come downand imbuewhite fragments of shelland knife-edge glasswith the knowledge of dusk. Time runs differently here;ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/708798/ She takes off her dress,satin straps slipping slowover smooth shoulders paintedwith lipstick like burns: cigarette kiss glowing darkly narcotic - red satin slips dizzily -  field of red poppiesbloom petal caresseson skin like white silk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/708796/ Originally published in print by The Stray Branch magazine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/708075/ HereI am across the worldYouacross the wide salt seasAlwaysthis distance between us Youare no oneYouare only wordsSyntaxand syllablesSynthesizedHeldtogether by loneliness Alwaysthis distance between us Wistfulimagin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/703284/ This was originally published in print last October, in Sephyrus Press' Afterlife Anthology. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/700062/ Long words.Long breaths.The long, long tonguesOf gargoyles,Masquerading as women. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/700049/ Ido not wish to beAthing which can be caught -  Animage to be captured,Avision to be bought -  RatherI would beForeverout of reach;Renderingyou nowIncapableof speech. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/689169/ A blanket of whiteHas wrapped the world in a dream.If I do grow old,Will there still be snow like thisLulling silence into sleep? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/669882/ When fishing at night,Nets made from the crests of wavesCatch diamond light:Moon rising into the sky,Moon rising into the sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kaleidescapist/651181/