http://slow.writerscafe.org/marianj The original writings of author Marian Elizabeth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027315 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Magical, Fox, Metaphor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/3131573/ What mania does Ana have that goes mutilating forests?Is it the abundant leaves?The resilience of the trunks?The branches that kiss the sky?The roots interlaced with soil?It must reside in the bark,The essence of outer tissues,The texture that covers life,The layers protecting syrup... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/3131475/ I am not crazyI don’t know thecrazyI am itI generate itBreathe itAbort itAnd shove it backinto my bodyBirth itNurse itOut of mypsychotic milking breastsEat it Become itAgainThe rest isrepeated tale.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2773914/ Sadness dwells inthe eternity of the saltIn forests deep,inside tunnels of tree trunksThat have seenreligions thrive.Sadness is notlike a flash, or a noiseIt’s not theexhilarating echo of thunderOr an angel strokingharps.It persists andsticks to wallsI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2773913/ I saw a wind chimeonceIn a Spanish movieSo dramatic Like the roots of Spanishsoul.It was a birdPetrified inflight;First the impulseThen the doubtThe wings curledback in frightOr expectationperhapsThen it venturesinto air No one knows ifcold o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2040776/ My grandmother.She doesn’t frownanymore when I drink.I’ll be visiting Asking for a sipof crème de la vieLike everyoneelse.She'll hand it tome, safe,Confident, evenproud.I’ve got a house.I clean.I cook.I keep my husband’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2040774/ I dreamed of along-haired catIn my childhoodyard.He hid in a deepabyssTogether withother catsWith my presentcatBut the magical onewas whiteLike uncorruptedsnow,PersianBearing bedazzled fangs.I found him near amade-up spaceWhere a coconut tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2040773/ She looked at thedeer.The antlers.Sharp. Unforgiving.She just wanted ababy.In the midst of acold season.Summer cansometimes be cold.Not winter.Unknown season.One of the threecounterparts.Male. The deer.She wanted a baby.Drinking from amug... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2040768/ I have seen a deadcalf onceIn a movieWet, a newborn Almost releasingsmokeAlmost deformed orsoMixed with hayLying on itAbsorbing itWith mother’sremains of blood.I was drunk andeating cerealAnd my handsforsake the bowl.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/2040767/ Early on a late spring dayThe streets were dressed in a fog,Thick with mourning, like death thoughts;Pouring its opaque silver Into every hope for shimmer That the sun could muster up.I saw and I almost smiledFor my heart’s white winter chordWas for a second str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1922332/ Expected I was to dream Of whimsical dandelionsMarrying adventurous winds. Instead I dared dream a dream Where desperate eyes meet Death’s permanent wound on life;Pupils bitterly indulging In a last instant of wonderBefore his scythe cuts the light.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1922330/ I’ve been trying to pinpoint The genesis of a habit The unorthodox first breath That dissolves a wall of lifeWith a bashful wave of vice Containing a newfound love.I’ve been trying to retrace The frenzy the new sun felt When it shone his firstborn light,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1904544/ Should I take another hit?This here is the brim of sane,Right here,The space that my knees erase When I fight to hold in piss.I wobbleI feel a moth in my throatWith wings of adrenaline Fluttering in frenzy rushTo liberate itselfI swallowChoking on the mold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1836293/ I know nothing Of the red flesh of a heart,Of epiphanies that cut it.My expertise is sapphire,Semi liquidLike the ocean during storms,Like alchemy roses meltingIn the cauldron of my art. All is abstractWhen the pagan magic incense Sends my high to higher skies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1833831/ I have never loved a thing But the idea of it, From a walk through autumn forests To velvet’s creamy caress.It is a business of uncertainty,Of daring imagination,Of the bridge that ties together The mind’s image and the fact. Experience will disappoint &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1831158/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1828079/ This is how I met you,In pieces,Pretty ones nonetheless,Heavy and red like coral,Distilling inquiriesAs they left behind the warmth.A grudge perhaps. A crimson pout;For my heart fell not with youAnd remains whole in my chest,Which began to exude abundance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1811934/ I brace myselfFor the purging of a lifetimeFor the cleansing of a caveFor the aid that nature lends me.She has mercy, yes,But archives she has tooWithin leaves and buds and branchesAnd under the heaviest rocks.My debt lives there in the openUnable to reduce itself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1811917/ Opium is an angel of existence,The Romantics loved it so;It builds a kaleidoscope Out of the greed in my eyes.My vantage point is surrealAnd I see electric waves, a genesis, An Atlantis that can’t sink,Tsunamis of sapphire glassGiving birth to abstract shells.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1810890/ I have come to face my nemesisAs she roams through paper woods,Swims in aqueous lakes of words,Builds for metaphors their nests. Agile rascal With hands of lightAnd for skin a viper’s coat;She has no mouth, my ill muse,No power to speak or chant,No sweetened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1808940/ In a fantasy Bohemian,The Sun betrayed the sky,Abandoned it to cold, to grim and dark,Took all his anklets, his hamsas and his raysAnd left in rushIn rush he leftDenying Day his life. Alone the Moon so sadly cries;No captain for her ship,No torch to feed her light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807790/ Solemnity enclosed in glassIsolates them in a classThat at reality scorns.Society of their own,Flamboyant beyond convention,Obtained through a fake conceptionTheir dominion over time.They were baked.One does wonder if it achedWithin them, that is,Impatience.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807787/ Why must the moon be womanAnd wane her virtue at times?Why can she bid sea’s tidesTo mimic of hearts their sadness?Solely on the stage of nightDespair as water comes washOver my mind’s sandy vastness. Watch it ebb,Loyal to where it’s from,Mixing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807785/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807377/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807375/ Such is the fate of tears,To hinder the task of blinking With hundreds of yellow lights,Lanterns that quickly flickerIn the border of my eyelids,Now in the height of glory,Later small and almost gone,Now returning like bright suns,Playing on the brim of sadness.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807367/ Aquamarine-madeYou claim my eyes to be.More towards blue than greenThese portals of truth keep inThe sad fish of sacrifice.Moist clarity of my heart,Submissive to any handsThat seek to know kinder waters.Translucent aquamarineSuperfluous in feminine ways!Yet l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807365/ I wish the clouds to mask the sunThat gives my legs this urge to run.Yes, reader, yes;Light does rob the soul of calm.Tired feet on the pavement Of shadows’ outlines deprived.I feel.As I cross the bridge With steps like feathers,I feel!I am for an instan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807363/ In pain dwell fine, Rose, While the horror of your shunningDisplays evidence for staresAs dawn denies its caressUpon your laborious form. Playful ray of master sunAround you in loathing movesNever heating again,Rose,Your kind center’s open wound.Obse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807361/ At the moment youth is languid,And it invites her to trust,But awareness by far won,Altering her balance wheel. Her numbers remain erased;The second hand has escapedAllowing the soul to cope,For the pendulum swings hopeAway,Then close,Then Away. It merely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807357/ A short poem from my collection "Women: Little Moments in Time" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807031/ There is bittersweet agonyWhen cutting open a pathTo live and write To walk while loving another With the freedom one loves art,And for that the sun looks deepAlmost sadContained in his rigid halo,Silent in his home of brass;Maybe the gold that poured From his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1807028/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806527/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806526/ Hear crimson jewel of my chestBy turbulent feelings stirred;From your ocean of grey sadnessWaves wash upon shores of grief. Do retreat,So I may live,Command back your rough tides;Contain yourself in the depthsWhere pure pale white patience hides. You pump the wate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806518/ There is a mischievous gypsy That cheats my fate with her cards,That makes me believe the moonDrew good omens on my palm,That talks of the sea and love,A love that like seashells hidesWithin the line in the distance Where the sun and water dance.This gypsy I visit oft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806515/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806105/ A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806102/ The catharsis of the moon comes easy;All she does is pull the waters,The tears of phases, together That with lenient execution Kiss the vast cheeks of the land.For miles they run,The feelings of the grand lady,For as long as shores are virgin,Her sadness will have a p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1806098/ Sitting at a chill cafe,Under the spell of good jazz,I felt a bohemian thread Bind the vessels in my heartAnd I thought of trinkets, cheap,Interlaced with shells and beadsAnd feathers of teal tones That gently masked blue eye charms. I craved to adorn my ankles, yes, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1805709/ After blazing leaves of pleasure In a labyrinth I walkedPressured to discover exits But wanting to discover none.In my mind I raced through itDown paths with thorns on the floorNo sun or moon in the skyNo sky or air or consciousness No life but the glow of a mirage:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1805705/ “Motherhood seems to women what breathing or drinking water seems to humans all; but some of us find the water too cold and ill tasting and the air painful to hold in our lungs”  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1804786/ "Literature is not made of words but of life; it is life that found a way to survive on paper, so when you hold and read a poem, you hold and read someone's heart" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1804783/ "Solitude is letting a broken seashell scratch your foot, irritate the skin a little, and watch the cool water take its place; loneliness is to blindly step on glass hidden in the sand and be forced to bleed, limp, and cry about it all"  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1804781/ The cat’s eye gave up its mission,And still wrapped in yellow satin,Inside my pocket grew cold.With the stone was gone my heartThrough the door of desolation To a place where thoughts are smoke.There they restedUncertain about tomorrowLike two travelers acceptin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1803375/ From under my torn beret,I surveyed my poem’s travelsFrom cold hand to air to puddleTo dancing petroleum stains, to filth, to suburbs forgottenTo the funerals where rookies mourn the muse of their youngage. Ahead I looked, far ahead,When my eyes absorbed the sun,V.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1802785/ From my collection "Women: Little Moments in Time" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1802340/ From my collection "Women: Little Moments in Time" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1802339/ No, winter, stay far,Spare me from your icy coat,Allow dead leaves to fall and floatAs autumn blows out its breeze.Let the palette of red huesPaint the canvas of the park,Let the trees boast of their barkAs the day rejects the sun.Lend fall the space of the throne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1802335/ A short poem from my collection "Women: Little Moments in Time" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marianj/1801247/