http://slow.writerscafe.org/dukovan The original writings of author dukovan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172972 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When you walk around the pileIn paces pondering placementComplacent in fire Furnished desireThe smoke signals survival Wandering around this empty townThe kids left for the coastsPulling apart a weaving wonderInfinite particals parsing the handsHold me under the fire, it rises.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2488470/ Things always changeSo its pointless to lie to myselfBecause if i doIll be lying to youAnd you see me through windowsDowntown Portland 11th floor of a storied aparmentPeople watching people light electronic firesKindling their narratives in high fashionBut we want the coastTo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2482007/ the way you moved through the doorLike a ghost on the wall, framed,Four feet tallBlamed every ancestorOutwardly hoping to be proven wrongBut the air still gets coldNot that you knowIt just keeps you sleeping on top of that goldNow i can just hope that you fight the good fight in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2465440/ This brain fog clears up..But by then I'm ready for bedMy eyes are strained From searching for cracks of light in the cloudsYou can only keep this up so longBefore you have to look awayBack to the instrument panelBlinking away the lack of discernment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2464038/ So if you want to disappear quietlyMarry me in your dreamsSands of time and castle shadowsMelting off the scalesAnd the drama finally got to you, started playing an actual partA character emboldened in shameIts not who you hoped you'd be yetFor a while, this is eternityA conversa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2463298/ Cabin blasting memories out of the four wallsCatching lighting bottled feelings, leaking gassy soundsEscaped a fate of fire from the attic, the addicts scratching brainInside the cabin veins and wires working out the painSo many sovereign quirks in replicating genes Inside a special some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2463297/ like a story book with pictures, read by a violently flickering light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2125300/ Just a little adventure that's putting itself together in my mind this morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2114545/ I woke up the same time as yesterdayGrilling my name in the shade, got awayIn bits and pieces of leavesAs you were beforeWill never be againIf time can comment on the condition of sinSaid "I’ll never forget to forgive"Finally a fire in meTo burn off this deadwoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2113139/ At the very end of everything we knowComes a shimmer in sound that folds at the corners And suddenly you’re in your first bedroomPeeling the wallpaper with your eyesCutting through a fuzz of noise that insulated you frommemoryThe smell of gasoline shows up like magicT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2112729/ Tilt rivered with Rush, Bend and Creek.Teeth spoke with Tongue to tell the difference in Story.River tilted with Time and sat watching Trout.Mirror watched the two of them.Pebbles embedded Color and all her moods.Embarrassed by Mirage blushing brushed by Red.“I’m .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2109619/ curving my voice under the doora fictional firea story in storebought a way, wayward folded my armsa towering tunnelno sound in alarmI wanted to know youto hold such a charmand if we're so luckyas to see that farThe event on horizonjust over the curvethe fire of sunsetyour eyes start to bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2103777/  At first I thought I lost itLosing sleep over time Watching, waiting, anticipatingSigns inside the tree lines Then before I know it, I fall asleepExpecting what I get for a whilePlaces changing into peopleAnd I don’t have to wonder  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2094142/ Buzzing from Japan drifts eastsmy guess:A half physical, half meta-physical cloud of electric gasescaused by the heavy lighting of Tokyodrifts through the portal of mountains, their very dynamics changed,and out across the Pacific, disintigrating and reintegratingbecome gas then steam then smok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2093006/ It's funny that I'm new to being older. Twenty-seven is a solid age. I have things behind me, experience, just more time. I've seen more sunsets, I've been bored more. Just more time. Of course, time is relative. It's about what you do with it. However, I think there is something to just being&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2092258/ As we were parsing out the paths for a route down to the city from the mountain, I could almost feel the different possibilities changing like temperature. Suggestions were made that felt more like speaking things into existence. Creators of fate. The mountain air can do strange things to you. Every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2092109/ Settle down...you've got:pines forever...as far as your concernedor want to be...Islands in the midst...of all those lost plansnow taking shape againembedded in dreamsand eventual clarityTin cans of sounds rumble through my chestand I notice insects moreand the lines within treelines &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2091930/ On a little island was a tin man. He'd never get thirsty but he needed to drink the seawater. He would get so lonely on the island all by himself and he would cry. 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hat? A carrier pigeonThe one I’m deciding on savingI know where she livesI haven’t the heart to quit bothering her I made it vague.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2022646/ There's a way that I speak all the timelike I don't know what I'll say nextbut I see what I mean and draw vibrations from my throatthat contour in a way that feels goodalways at the edge of chaosor insanityor the difference http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2020096/ I learned my lesson for the third time todayJesus is coming and I forgot how to praySo I cleaned up my room and I brushed my teethand I sat while you prayed for the rest of the weekIt won't go like the ghost you want toattach to your shadow and send to the moonI've seen you smiling up there now and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2020092/ Anything you said to me was not to someone elseShowing you the doorbut who's walking through ityears after the facts dissolved into memoriesand you knew you could never trust them againAnd who would you be if you didn't?It's fair to want to knowbut you'll have to eventually realizethat without it th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2016344/ Arching your backyou're cat-likeRaising my baby hairsRead you to sleep like you wanteduntil you fell asleep, no lessThe shape of your face was perfectI know no more, no lessand you don't have to know for a whilejust dream and tell me the restThe arc of the storyyour eyes flood at the same .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2013814/ notching a log on the way out of the woodyou saw your shadow creepingscored the sky with a wince in your eyesome floating bit of meaningIt mattered this timegetting longer in the toothmeasured your words against the feeling of truthI could tear a hole in the ozone so the Martians could get inmi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2013739/ I'm running while you climbthe basin of your peakingand plateaueventually, I'll flyI was trying to be a pilotwhile you were 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hardest part about eating,is always the small talkso I break into characters We shuffled our seats a littlegave the waiter more attention than each otherI saw a short man with a tall woman I thought he could use a phone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2010037/ from which depths do these leaves fall beneath, a tossed bit of star around a windowan endless reminder of fending off timeseeing it before you feel itlike a bomb through a thousand feet of glasstreasures are my favorite thingsfocusing in and out just right until you become onewrapped up in an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2010033/ I wanted a cellar door in this storymy spine intactI'm not looking for a way outjust a beautiful grouping of floorboardswith a black iron handleFear is fluttering the underbellythe beast is afootA sky to look towards is probably necessaryto give the birds your thoughtsas they leave the rustling tree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2008413/ Sleep like you know herForests at nightSheep for the holderHands cold at the sightBlue moon  Asleep was a forestYou kept it lightThe animals heard youGive up the fightToo soon Your treasure, your treeTalking to me and the moon go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2007725/ I met up with Scarlett today. It was lovely as always to see such a lovely girl. She had her usual effect on me, keeping my guard up and watching myself, to the point of feeling a bit self-conscious. She’s a real lady that one. Makes you feel like a boy, but I held my head up. I knew I had gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2006254/ We sat in the loft in the cafe downtown. There was no one else around to see us not speaking to each other. The coffee steamed. I took the lid off of my paper to-go cup. Is it strange to get a paper cup when you drink your coffee at the cafe? I'd like to say I did it because I didn't want to dirty a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/2001828/ It'll only be a while you saidUntil the clouds come homewe can't blame the weather our whole livesmaking a cameo for the hometownYou can't blame your dad anymorelike waking up in a moviedrove to the soundtrack the radio madeall the way to the wake, never waking, hardly sleeping these daysI wanted to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1970645/ A pumpkin carved and placed outside. There’s a woman watching a television show where there should be a fireplace. I don’t know why there should be a fireplace there, but there should. Maybe It’s because I still want to believe in something I never did. Santa Clause. 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Once I asked my mother while riding in the back of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1957911/ Hello cursor. Cursed by my father to hold up the loose ends to the candle light. I’m a moth by the night, fire, and ice, melting out of eternal good nature. What’s the problem with ego? I haven’t the slightest clue. I don’t like your lack of one. Sucking me dry by the fire, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1957545/ In a corner of your mindmind the angels creeping up your spineand tap along with meif you're right then it's finebut you could never knowyou could only glimpse the feelingthe wall paper pulling back once more, the seasonhumid, sticky sheetsthe wind, the window changingwith your favorite school .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1955177/ I can hardly wait til you goI can't be beside myself this wayYou looked out the window for a whileYou said, "please let me know you'll stay this way"Now it's hard to exist like thisYou know it's hard to stay away.It's hard to stay away when you're awake'Just want to get up and get some coffee with y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1955084/ Don't let me down, don't go that wayit's hardly escaped, anyways.Don't let me go, don't wait for me.I'm moving alongfinally freeEventuallyDon't let me go, don't let me down.I feel it around, I mean it this way.Anyway.Oh, how I waitfor the timeto grow out of meAnd when it's hard to decidewhat's actua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1955082/ Sunday afternoon, alone, looking pretty.Outside, the battle ground, loose ends, a pityto say with a smile, the game, the pileshow many ways could you leave me?The front yard, the acre, colliding. Enraptured atop the garage, aloof and aligning.The tree, the lighting. With friends, decidingthe wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dukovan/1955080/