http://slow.writerscafe.org/Reprobate The original writings of author Kenny Bellamy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021723 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Are we untouchable?Our faces were not carved from stone,from frost-like daggers digging their heelsinto our pits,our souls. Our souls are spoken to, yawning at the turn of the worldand by the worldand by the parents sitting alonewaiting alone. Are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1926344/ WHEN the men work in the fields under a dark moonsweating & swearing into earth,my brain is at work too, in my head,& everything else is worse. ‘I come home, my brothers, the moon is full black,& the seeds have taken root.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1912480/ These eyes have yet toopen.wilting against lashes,becoming peel-away scabslike the gray patch wewearbecause our fathers worethemwhen they were beautifulgolden things of pride. Patches or bars or starsor birds of preycircling overhead.Dead or dying somewherefar from home,in deep bowl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1909795/ I walked alone in the woods, supple branches peeling away from my face.Aquamarine moonlight flew across the spanof tree-to-treecovering our backs--the woods, and I-- and friends I should not seek to have.  And w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1907577/ We solely speak in wasted utterances, flaring in the wet, in the shadesputtering in the sun:thickly red smoke clung along edges of the Terms & Agreement.  I believe in something,she says.My heart, my heart.She says: large.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1902941/ Dirty vagrant clouds lingeroverhead,belowgray weed pushesbetweentiny blue toes.Will not yield. Red sun setsBehind,and dark vampingin.Snuffed the hillsand the deerwill not yield. Leftlike a parcelat home,vibrant againststill pillarsreaching.Will not yield. Pride, pinkvaporsin the air,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1890931/ The broom handles are sinking deeper,gliding through a wobbly nothing.The tower is sinking and the bedrock was never there.Six inches of tilt is enough to cut off sewage,more than enoughto disrupt a sensitive array of high speedcables responsible for dropping elevator cars.The tower is leaning andth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1888922/ When we were kidsthere was a bridgerunningovera strange creek.It was narrow, justa series of stagnantpoolsfullof mosquitoesand the occasionalcopperhead.We had decidedthe bridge and the creekwere ours.We staged wars on eitherside,throwing the losershead first into the muck. Our parents never k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1881176/ Stray light broke over the child’s body,shattering, spraying the waterin volleys unseen.Like harbingers of hypotheticalplanets,pushing,pullinghoods shut and awayover the shoulder,cold, in the graveorbited by uniformly black umbrellas  That child’s stray lightexploded from him. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1877759/ I’m writing these words on my Dynexkeyboard I bought for $19.95 plus taxfive years ago, (I kept the receiptbecause it doesn’t workvery well)wondering why I have to look at the keysfor words like “larynx” or “sasquatch”. Maybe you know what its like,writing.Re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1874565/ I don’t use words like mercy,or love, or death.I use hate onlyon special occasions,never when I feel it,that’s easy likeclickbait. I see these types too often,the types that remind me ofyearbook photosfrom 2010.the types on com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1867192/ Invincibility.Nobody can hurt me.The lines on my face traceexperience,they won’t tell you what roadslead back home. And that’s the same for every poor m**********rwalking the streets of Richmondwhen the cold sets in. Invincible eyesflaring agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1865433/ Small hands, big wordsStrong willed blue birds. Life is for sharing.Everything we doWe bring in communion To the dinner table. Love is a little too much wine,Laughing like weirdos,And mild hearts Held in confidence. Family is Con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1865130/ Though my body tires and I have far to go,I knowI’m going home.  I’d nearly forgot the coldwind blowing beige fields of snowdeep beneath the windows.  With millions of flaking photonsof white light,millions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1863078/ Have you everheard a mouse scream? Who cut off histail with a carving knife and left it like a root onthe cutting board, sliced neat as a carrot’stop? The mouse, noseto the ground, left his track ofblood for thefarmer’s wife to follow. Little.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1861048/ The MarginalizedMermaidspends her afternoons close to landin the company of mud crabslike altar boysin the Vaticanshe prays with real fire,she prays like she wants itshe prays that she were somethingelse, some otherhybridizedsentient.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1861045/ Protect the secret flowers of chance, theybloom but once in a thousand years. Once ina thousand peaked heads of pastel petals.Once in a thousand, thousand cement lotsin America. Protect these flowers,they dance like cinders under the waning moon like swallow. They dance for u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1855346/ Float down river with me baby, I’ve gotseveral beers on ice and a dog namedDenver. Good boy’s gota coat like Fredericksburg, upholstered in antediluvian threads. So float down river with us baby,and Denver will bark at the gulls and our bread crumbs will beckon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1853228/ Big Baby Blue Ball Hurtling through spaceAt thirty kilometers per second.This existence is bigger than oursingle threaded orbits.We outline wide-embracing blankets With atomic needles and think we know theflights of thoseBehind us, beside us, before useven though t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1852066/ Ma’sbeen bleeding a lot lately,enough to fillabathtub,ablender,and fourteenshot glasses.Everynight she soaks in her sheets,athick mat of blood pudding.Iwas cleaning documentsout from under her bed,theywere black,andcrumbled betw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1847898/ Not much potential.He got on with a ticket cutout of a glossy bit of stationary.He was a young manwith nothing going for him.He sat thereas the train blew its wayfrom Manchester.It began to rain as the trainshed its passengersat a station.The people entered the shops,spoke to attendants,purchased th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1845364/ An infernal afflictioncame uponme, I was sick, sickto death as I feltmy eyelids peeled backlike rolls of thunder,lost on vast plains ofwinter-white barrens.I felt my senses leaveme as I watched hidden flames surgeacross my retina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1838152/ It’sbeen fifteenyears                                  andthough my body tires,             and Ihave far to go,   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1836307/ It can’t be all that bad. Blindness never bore bad sights.Hunger never bore bad tastes.Freezing on a park bench never burnt.Drowning in the deep never parched.  At least you can play on,In refrains of indigo and periwinkle,In desolation and depravi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1836287/ It all began so quaint, thinly guisedadvances leading to full on,unabashed cuddling.As limbs like logsfound their proper orientationunder the shuffling of Areyouokay? And I’m comfortable.Being what I had thought of as,chivalrous I kept quietregarding the ever growing numbnessnow prickling up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1836212/ The old gay reprobate rest                          there, against the double-length             door way, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1835741/ There we were, lost on a bottomless seacomposing messages to our mothers Accepting of all there is and can be.  And though the waves were black and ornery with unknown devils, my mates and brothers,there we were, lost on a bottomless sea. We God-fearing as t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834951/ Ceaselessly we row into the past, intothe dank cellars of death whilst the red and rose youth wonder what becomes of thelightning splitting of trees or the mountain’s awestruck surfaces. Never the grievingmothers and the forgiving of slights, of the loss of absolutes and everything the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834935/ Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Daddy" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834858/ Boom, boom went the eyes in the sleepless night,poof, went the dream clouds like hourglass sand.fading gently in and out of my sight I was bought from one mandatory fightto another, against my pillow and boom, boom went the eyes in the sleepless night. Ephem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834183/ Writhing within walls sickly with wet shadeof oily shadows, the fish float skyward.It stinks like s**t, like human lemonade.It stinks like s**t, but shimmers in the light.Rainbow colors grooved one ribbon then another,then another, then another, pink thenorange, then cyan and purple, puddles all.Mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834156/ I wonder how it all got started,this notion of your lifeflashing before your eyes in the end.Like cut reels of sepia tones coilinginto some inextricable lump of memory.Doubtless, the highlights of anotherwise mediocre lineup of birthday parties and immature escapades, characterized mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834121/ They stole my flesh,granted it was tryingto murder me.And I know who did it.I saw his face with a smile likea vandalized graveyard.With thick-thumbed handsbound up in finger condoms.Not the woman with the redlipsheelsand tight white skirt clingling across her a*s.It was that manw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834120/ The more he paces the lessI react.As his weird and wile headbobs and throbs beneath theshower of torrential sunlight,he may question, he may writhelike a raisin on the in and outside of his skin.But within, somewhere behindthose cloudy rotundas of viscus cream jelly,he is somehowalive in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1834116/ I am trying so goddamn hardto fight against rain for a light,to make something of this junkyard.I walked empty clubs, backdoors barred,alleyways broken in twilight.I am trying so goddamn hardto find something new and unscarred,something perfect despite the nightto make something of this junkyard.I p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1833903/ It's because we all want to feel good,this charade, standing at counters for paythat we struggle to do what we should.And all the w****s and the bartenders could not help but to down us in their lush sway.I'ts because we all want to feel goodthat good men will fail, and children wouldfail to le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1833822/ Do not blame the world for your failure,hate yourself hotter than they can hate.Seek solitude, solitude in nature.Wise men may seek for a shining saviorwhen they bow low before heaven's gateand do not blame the world for their failure.Young boys will burn with hellish danger,their failures do not be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1833225/ We are broken and castaway,a pregnant pariah, a ghoullost besides horned branches of grey.Tugging the fetus where it lay.That reprobate, the strand it pulls.We are broken and castaway.What hatred drove did hotly craveto separate the fawn and foollost besides horned branches of grey?Every love for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reprobate/1832914/