http://slow.writerscafe.org/LilyVice The original writings of author LilyVice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103867 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 jottings which may later be used http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1834732/ What I saw today at Stahov: There was a priest not much older age than I whose beauteous purity caught my wandering eye. Within the chapel of gilded gold and brown I saw him sitting there, hands clasped, lips turned down. His gaze affixed the cross which on high did sit Mary on her lap with Jesu, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832775/ I idealized him for yearsthe boy now turned a manbut now I know the fearoughtn't I of had.I should have seen his sorrowwritten on the wallhis deep need for sadness to be his one downfall.His anger and his lossall rolled up in onesatisfied he'll ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832698/ You cannot be afraid of death my dear,to me my lover said.He is an old frienddear friend,who is with you long until the end.He guides you past the fear of lifeand far past heaven's gatehe wades with you in still watersand leads men beyondthe hands of fateYou cannot be afraid of death my dear,he reap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832697/ a poem in need of critical review http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832696/ this rhyme is in desperate need of help http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832695/ A rhyme that needs revision. Consideration appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832686/ edits made. Considerations and commentary appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1832684/ a senseless conversation with the potted flowers on my window sill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1831886/ 1.we are that faraway placea distant landthe long lost prodigal straying home.I traveled from skin to skinbut never fully settledor colonized myself as my own. Absence was bliss-made my heart growfonder. The closer I was,the smaller I became.So, I lost myselfin hills, by valleys and the great depres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830523/ the colden days take hold of methe wind caught as if a sighnipping at my breastthe winking of your eyeas your breath holds spacebetween your lips and minea gracious moment fallsan omen and a signbegging you yet not blurour bodies as if paintyour gentle slurring wordsgrievou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830522/ I want to dance for youoh my lover, manI want to veil myself in heavy dressesclothes of burlap, molt and clayand then one by onetake them downas if they were sins to be washed away. I want to heave for youmy lover brother boyand with waxen groansbear you up upon my sailsand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830520/ a certain light fell on her kitchen sinkand bathed the afternoon's teain a hue of gray ink and saffron,which, falling down like fingers on keysheld the vulnerability of sound in a china cup.reminiscent of yesteryear when sadness had been an illnesstoo strong, the pain of loss always pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830142/ 1.That moment in her head was so vivid. Something had triggered every nerve and all her hairs stood on end. A moment ago he had been asking for her best friend’s number, and she had thought “ is he doing this to spite me?” But with complicity she went along, “ I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830092/ This was the year Ibecame numb, both toward men and girls. Little else but the sex actdistracted me from the ennui of people. I had once, and rathernaively believed, if you undressed a person, you had unraveled theirsoul. But I’d begun to find the task easier. Simple conversationse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830089/ a soldier returns home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830087/ Last night I had a dream of him, my terror. Seizing me by the neck he threw me to the floor. I slipped, as silk carried by the wind, up and up to the corner of the ceiling where I watched, horrified.He banged on me like a baboon. And when it was over he got up, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830086/ what disgusts me most is the lover of my mindwho forces me to hold himwhen I am but dryhis handsome face I knowhis strong arms do I cravebut his hold holds me in hypnotic swayto him I am servantbidding as I'm toldhe forces me to love himforces me to liebut forcibly he loves m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830083/ My flesh is a shipwithin which I sailtraveling to landsdistant from the Pale. This ship does me but holdcaptive in its swayrocking me aboutin a gentle cradle way. But a mood arisesstorming from the north.Tossing me about,one page to the nextthere is no captain on this shipI, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830082/ Death is coming for mestalking me from behindI feel her creeping the shallow breathingof her breathcoughing, gaspingin each momenttrying, dyingwith each passing stepto bring me forwardin each slow second drawnfrom the well of lifea borrowed sumI pay back with dust.Cling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830080/ I waver between anger and song. The water passes by my window and the leaves are brought low by wind. When the rain presses into my skin and the sky greets me for my feet are supplanted by the earth, my soul grows as a tree into the air. The rage I have at God for my separation is like a man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830078/ Thirst The night presses herself against my window, the raindrops scatter on the wind. Where is god when my moans are suspended between joy and space? Where is the enemy of my will? Where is the killer of my flesh, the self same jailer who ties me to the bed where I stare up and out to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830076/ What blue light vaguery takes you by the hair and shakes you, doll cloth with pleasure? What feeling hurts you in the loin? What wounding arrow of love, bloodletting you as passion, taking you as if to say you are a red rose, only to deprecate you low and base, like a nudging worm, low belli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyVice/1830074/