http://slow.writerscafe.org/jcarlson33 The original writings of author jcarlson33 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078071 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lyrics I wrote to a new song of mine today. Will include link when it is finished; interesting ideas here though. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1932335/ A Cathartic Cadenceby : Julian CarlsonTranscend past a heartbeat,Haunted by a harpy,Hearing the bones rattle -in these halls.Of sacred longing long afteryou're gone. It's ephemeral and affected, this moment im blessed with.I'm on my own in bitter reflection.Ruins and pieces in memories,subside to bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1931887/ Witty and dry humor in a series of short-short-stories told by a lost moralist in the modern age. Juxtaposition between restraint and humanistic indulgence - the order and the chaos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1931855/ Verse in the Greek tragic style with my own spin on it - no set meter really. I appreciate any comments :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1925249/ Perhaps could turn into song lyrics, very sparse and hardly literary in nature. Still, just trying to get these emotions out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1918188/ Something a little bit different from my usual style, tell me if you think it works. Overall, this piece was a cathartic one, I have had a bad night. I wish you all the best, it is all I can do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1918153/ Urban drama with concise and informal word choice. Grit and realism plain and simple with this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1917680/ Experimental concept with verse structure here, but I think it has an interesting rhythm to it. By no means regular, but could be considered blank verse maybe. I would love to hear your interpretation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1906686/ A poem about the hero Orestes who avenged the death of his father Agammemnon, who was killed by his mother. Although in Greek plays by Aeschylus Orestes is a tragic hero, this poem is another take. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1900176/ It is the will thattends to clasp,            Just beyond its reach.As in silent shores soshall it be,In hollow  barrows or frozen keep.It is the heart thattends to wound,      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1900076/ Trudging through snowIn wallowing andrestlessnessNorthern winds culled-Cease to blowGazed upon the locketand held its silver chain. “I’ll be damned if reddid not flow here today” Through howling treescoming to silenceAnd through trudging,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1898446/ Here I am, treadingupon the cobblestone of London. One of many streets, narrow and suffocating atone time, and eerily sparse at another. The street knows not the many that havepassed over in their bustle, they know not of its grandeur, of the miracle ofinvention and ingenuity that led to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jcarlson33/1859134/