http://slow.writerscafe.org/Struggler The original writings of author Struggler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000650 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My dirty hands, small as cogs, in a systemOf flexing, groping and spreading.Bike chain grease paints darkCrescent moons under my nails. From the fingertip trenches, flecks of white skin peelsUp like sun-weary house paint curls, hangnailsSnagging fibers of blankets and clothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/787113/ Another Donald Hall inspired... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/786718/ The casulties of domestic violence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/786717/ Inspired by a Donald Hall poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/786714/ an ode to Japan 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/786712/ A Narrative from Childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/695336/ Withbox knife in hand and a flutter of your tongue,Iam hijacked by your silhouette.Howexhausting to be you, always angry, Scowlingthrough your cigarette.Thoselooks like daggers thrown at my head. Didyou tell your concubine my secrets? Therewas a t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/695333/ modeled after Billy Collin's "Litany" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/695331/ Syllabic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/695319/ Featureless faces stand in line as I feel the heft Of the Portofilter in my hand under the tiny earthquakeGnawing and spewing beans. I gaze past the boxes marked Half-caff, non-fat, no foam latte and 2 pumps syrup, Soy, no whip, one-thirty-three degree mocha.  I remember Won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/683131/ You built our home in a red brick box,Windows casting over the back of a bar.If I were to redraw every inch of those white wallsI couldn't see past your barefoot by plaster pieces,Crumbs from the hole, tantrum-punched above the bed. I exhale out the window and listen forThe dents from your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Struggler/682541/