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The original writings of author A.A. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009765 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Above a town of rolling roovesThere is a room, leaking lightLike haze from high windows out;A bluff against the winter skyWhere three lost souls keep company.They sit together, timorously,'round the window on three sides;Melancholy, Dour, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1451356/ These weeks have been a yearThe clouds have never broken.Spring and autumnGo uncertainThrough an ever changing sky.And out here by the weirWhere the autumn's dream's were opened,I stare, spring thawAnd hopingBack, into your frosted eyes.Clouds and winter colours;Late-November shroudsLike evening mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1450990/ You took to me with open armsYou sheltered me and gave me space to form.Uninvited, I came naked,And you welcomed me as though I was your own -You gave a wayward son a second home.I have so little else to giveThan a sign in the trail that I leaveAs I travel. Scratched in ink, I mark:An unknown town, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1450988/ I can feel the weight    Of a full grown    Animal clinging     To my bones.     Muscle, laced  In supple bindings Woven in with flesh           Define my form in space. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1450985/ The empty hours flow, lately,Sluggish like an estuary. They pass Like bloated streams, where otters Roll in muddy solitude,And herons peck the marshy groundRestlessy; for high summer is,Secretly, coming to an end. At the river-mouth the tides diffuseWith a swell and a push and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1292809/ TWELVE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124868/ ELEVEN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124862/ TEN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124860/ NINE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124847/ EIGHT http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124842/ SEVEN http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1124128/ SIX http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1123478/ FIVE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1123475/ TWO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1122150/ FOUR http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1122134/ TWO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1120041/ THREE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1120027/ ZERO http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1120013/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1120007/ Squalling rain shines on the paving stones.The wind sings warmth to an empty nightIn lullabies that lay down the lonely spiritsTossing in their beds. Moonlight,Tendrils and fingertips, sweeps the dustFrom old-town streets and silhouettes the cloudsLike plumes of war-smoke soaking in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086522/ Oceans draw you from me.Waves twist grotesquely as they part usAnd cold horizons pull you out of view.I could chase my tail on this old globeFor a hundred thirsty years, and never meetA gaze so free as yours again. A gazeThe sea throws back, no doubt, in sky-blue fragmentsAs you peer i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086514/ Ravines chew the open ground, hour after hour -The slow and dirty rumble moans like grinding teeth.Beneath the surface stone, rocks shift and fall,Grind and splinter, melt and press: the pressure buildsBeneath the soil beneath the wayward feet of men.The fizz above goes on. From time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086509/ Introduce me, introduce me -Your pale faced demons....Ah, I knew we wouldn't get along.Took themselves too seriously, they did;Moaning, staring there like who-knows-what -As though they'd seen a ghost. My old friend, now: sharp teeth,To be sure, but he's a devil's grin.He crac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086506/ Past me, candles flit in the darkness.A stream of little fires in an avenueFunneled gently by the dim wallsTo bubble past me, leaving a rippling shadowStretching into the fireflies in my wake.Upstream, she waits and I walk on,Pricks of light crashing harmlessOff my limbs and chest, war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086502/ Give me a voidI can sing to.Give me a darknessI can touch and taste and feel.Let me in.Madness, you hear me -You invited me hereAnd you dareTo spin on your heel and run? By the canal, the low grey lgihtDips in to the low grey water.And the black, the shining blackOf yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086496/ If I ever had a demon, she'dBe stick thin and lithe like a serpent,And carry the weight of the world in bags under her eyes. She'd sleep but little, and suffer nightmares worseThan the foulest beasts that stalk my fever dreams -Haunted by moonlight, she'll have learned the treatment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1086494/ The ready whir of a bike chain rises through the mist.Black rubber swirling eager on the tarmacMurmurs, and lungs draw deep and driveFrozen tyres on an empty road.Two miles under a red sky to the station,And the sweat is slick on the rider's brow and back.Knotted muscles ache in young thighs,But he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1037367/ Draw out in me exactly what you will.My depths are longer than your arms and fingersAnd you will drown if you try -           To reach for the bottom.Modesty. If you thirst to know, beSure you do not trap my insecurities.I am caged wolves and owls and foxes,And if you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1037364/ You stand above me, holding palm branches partedWhile the sun falls through to warm the curveOf my naked back. I am working; scratchingImages into the carpet of golden dust.All around me, the wind rolls playfully through the sand,But beneath my fingers, shielded by your proud frame;A patch of my can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1036848/ A turn of quick blond hair and a downard glanceAnd a distance. Like a wineglass tippedTo leave you swaying, or a gentle touchThat ripples through your sleep; she stops a moment.Just a pause, and then she's gone. And you can follow the trail down but the scent is cold.And her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1019462/ I met you, and the trees have shed their leaves since then;Buds have blossomed, and another autumn's coming.Already, the high clouds and grasses of AugustMurmer in a chill wind, that breathesIn the rattling gusts of a winter yet to come. There are darkened skies ahead. Thunder-rolls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1018014/ I am a dog who has smelled wolf,A chimney in the wildfire ~I am a breath of stale airIn the headwinds towards the shore For I have looked up.  I am the gleam in the eye of the fox-cub,I am the knuckles of a woman's hand ~I'm the man with the hounds a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1015910/ There is a growth in the soul of the free man.An algae in the inner lake,Turquoise in the waters; no life will grazeOn its wispy strands or nest in its bed.When the summer cloud darkens, it gathers, Carpeting the surface to reflect        The worry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1015752/ It is a difficult world, for any one of us.The two of you together have a chance.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1015747/ I toss in that strange hour of the night Where grey-dawn seems to trickle inThrough a crack in the curtains. Soon the world will come clear around me, The mass of night confusions take their shapeHowever I try to resist. I close my eyes, and try to cling To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1015745/ Senesence seizes the roots of the ancient tree.They curl and buckle through the soil, writhingTo prove to all that the end has not yet come. Autumn tiptoes up and peels off his leaves.And he stands there like a woman shorn, like a babe newborn,Like a wicker man staring through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013844/ When I sit by the riversideI watch people walk the concrete path beside.Each man is tense and every woman fraught,Hard foreheads knit with troubles no-one sought. The younger ones come then, I watch them goAlong their parent's ill-starred nowhere roadWith pidgeon steps, their pupi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013840/ Etched into his faceLike the cut grooves in a prisoner's cageOr scars that show the sage'sDarkness when he frowns -    His whipped-dog roadkill faith.    Eyeballs move without a sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013834/ You are the rain  That feeds the riverAnd keeps the water wheel  Turning. You are the fire  That burns on the stoveAnd keeps this mountain cabin  Warm. You live like young rockCut free from the peak,You fall to the valley To forget out a bridge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013826/ A droplet of water   Travels the deep arc of the palm     To fall on fragrant ground. After the rainThe wildlife stirs. Shaking off its long sleep,   The dark, extended silence     Of fingers thrumming wetly on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013819/ Your words echo here  Into a different kind of silence.A silence filled and brimming  With causes, cares, concerns, and thick With voices crowding by my shoulders. I do not let them in.Soft notes echo in the space within.  I can listen to you he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013815/   The man within me touches me    With slim fingers. White and powerful,  He kneads the flesh of my mind    With the grace of a keeper, a creator.   He shapes me, moulds me,    Caresses me to coax me to submit  With .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013812/ A freight train running from the sea to the town  Blurs straight through the human sown,A scar on the face of the land. Locked to the rails and laced to the ground  The piston-driven wheels grind -The train is driven on. Like a rife shot - can't stop, can't stop... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013809/ Knowledge is a bitter sir -  A cruel master, who does not spare His whip on the back of his   Disciples.Understanding serves him, but  For the brave, denies him, butBrave is the man indeed  Who will utter this.For may may knowBut man may not know manNor knowledge in the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013379/ Should such a partingEmpty me so?Leave me sittingAt the bottom of a barrelSinging, nothing,All day through?It's not as though I care for you.In another world, it should.A world where you'd slip notes under my door;Drop by for a board gameEvery now and then.Even, sometimes,Come out for a walk as the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013376/ Burned up spirits, small-born freedomsFizzling out their miserable daysLike fireworks on a flat November.Slate-grey-rain falls downOn slate-grey-men and concrete isles.Spirits black as bootsoles theyStride on. Head down. Stride on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013369/ And where from here? And on.  Through city-darkened streetsAnd fields and falling skies;       To catch you on the steep            And chase the sunrise.I'll take your open hand  And taste your waiting lips,       Draw .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013367/ What isn't dark around me?A schizophrenic ageThat learned its fear youngAnd smashed the looking glassCan never last.Iron clockwork churnsBeneath its pale skinRusting underflesh And black within.And swallowed in the roiling darkened messI breathe as best I can in city airThat kills the feeling i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013366/ Monday's blues ~ and pinks and golds and greys ~Watching the dampened city slide away ~Kaleidoscope away ~ dazzling to the eyesThrough a railway window. A wash of dye;A cheap disguise; a carnival of doldrum daysWhere many a painted face has melted offFrom clowns onto clothes. But re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013334/ This world, see, it flies byOblivious; turning 'round on its axisAnd in upon itself. Every manFighting his feral corner craves his spaceAnd builds his castles up on blooded ground. That's how I know:       If there is a God, he's never looking do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/A.A./1013333/