http://slow.writerscafe.org/dominiquen The original writings of author Dom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985934 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 O Childwho makes me mortal:patting his round, raspberry-stained tummywith clumsy, two-and-a-half-year-old hands,smearinga bright red scarto match my ownraspberry red tearfrom which he was sliced,tugged free by four faceless blue women -masksglovesscrubs -and lain on my ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2897635/ Gifts of citrine to my father,left in hopes he’ll be happy -not rock he needed,but tree.Not yellow, orange, brown,but bursting, verdant green.Bright-eyed, fight or flight, wide-eyedrabbit,alert and wildwith tumbling, blonde cascades sweptaround her babes,and stragglers clingingto carpets in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2886137/ reflections on early motherhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2882928/ a quick simple little poem from bed at 3:23am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2882927/ I’m back in town.She’s not around -clawed her way out.My 3rd or 4th time on this merry-go-round;tourist-trodden, prime for retirement,no prospects, no purpose,trauma-bound town.Coming back is coming homein the way that returning to a place you’ve outgrownfeels opp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2824302/ OI didn't knowMorphineWould taste sweetI felt happyFor the first timeComparing the pads of my mother's thumbsTo the soles of my son's feetI understandA happiness that comes not briefly;Episodically;Between more enduring states of despair,But one that's strong and certain;Purposeful;In a way it could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2810463/ I want to kiss your tissue paper lids -feel your lashes brush my lips with the flinch of it -then draw back and let you lookwith your unrelenting look and I’mrent, centre to surface,you do it again.Every time.You’re devastating,destroy me;I don’t mind.I want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2771760/ Something sweet,a cherry tree,bears fruit for meagain.Please say you love me,say you’d touch me,keep me carefully -canals keep calling meagain,but quietly,now you know me wholly.Pull sadness from me gently,known from nothing, really.You know me as I know myself, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2771759/ draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2768664/ I wanted this.I want it still.Little lollipop, sucked in sweetness,embitteredby my own cloying hysteria.With resentment wrapping the fat of my neck,I’m unfit.All the recovering I can’t undoto be battled all at once, and distinctly,because of you.Because of youI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2768245/ I have no hide;raw and childlike;an infant with no skin onSavlon body, smearedthrough blood and sinew,antisepticonly tears and re-tears the tissueWeird girl made woman;made numb - help !I'm burning, boiling over;I'm too young -arrested, anaemicand bleeding constantlyI can't bear to be sexy, nor ugly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2467730/ for mum's birthday // on becoming a mother - 18/10/97 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2467728/ Love me like a yacht you keepmoored at the quay.Unshackled brieflyto be paraded,O Exhibitionist -in equal measure,ostentatious and possessive.Love like swamp water,selfishly.Drown me in the murk of your devotion.Illusions of vanity give wayto scourge and sickness -plague rats boardingboats at every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2162300/ Mushroom cup chestwatch soberlywhile blood is beading ‘top the breastfallen from the accomplishment of another monththe chip becomes a rotten promise -you may collapse upon collectionyou’ll never get it youngI can’t copewithering my resolve -their experience, strength and hope;thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2160692/ The knuckles that grazethe border between back and sidefeel heavy as a punch; the fingersthat wrap mine, unreachable besidethe hands that reach behind,cupped lovingly at the neck -fingers twisting, trappingthe hair at the nape.Rock,or be still.Let the waves of rememberingwash,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2120380/ I've wet my mind with wine -for the final time,I swear it.I've a filthy mouth and swearthe same tomorrow.I keep my hurting habitsfaithfully;I feel I'm scared to change.The habit is the hurting and theyearningstillfor stillthe dark orange maneswingingthrough the 16th summer(the 17th I never saw).Mour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2100773/ I love gin and I hate red wine.They disregard my feelings and like me both the same -hit me bitter,like my father;soak,like bed sheets;swell/roll/spill,like a child for a man.Dawn breaks over meshamefullyand I have to be drunk,or to break a bottle over me.After time after time thatI'm toes and finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2086647/ As everypitiful young woman;with her disorders and disaster-mornings;I wish my father would love me.To feel itin scarred strongarms around me -loveand not obligationand not his twisted approximation -would heal meheavenlyin my heart I crawlinto cat’s side of that big ship;unanchorable isl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2071380/ I will become too muchfor even him.I know.I love himas he’s sleepingstill conjuring in me a smile,at rest and at all times.He breaks me out of timeslike this -pulls me -tugs me like carrier boats and wavesthrough white fingers.All my love and poems filledwith himthe same.It’s the same.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2071030/ Turn me -don’t flip me -I’ll cry and cryand cry.I’ll cry.I’ll weep/screamsilently -don’t look at me,G-d, don’t look at me;only G-d can look at me.I’ll lose my mind at thetugof you.We’ll bleedand claw it backtogether -(I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2070785/ To my future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2069360/ Every angel finds me swimmingsideways, same-ways;treading water, tracking progress.I thought I'd progressed.I know already the songs I'll suffer throughwhen this tooleaves me.I even know the same for you.Something is changing in me.The force of it bends my body(please don't,I know I'll break !)It ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2068434/ No one can destroy me but me.Perhaps I was in pieces once;splinteredby men and boys’ evil, grabbing handsand fists.But Hannah, nothing’s harderthan a rebuilt brokenwoman.Lyn, let meauthormy own trauma -it is mine.Don’t make me feel;I’m angry alread.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2068265/ Run sticky-silk fingers through what liquid's left -dredge up compromise/conflict/restrictions/rules and regulations;waiting, anticipatinga freedom that never comes.Please,let this love bethe different and true love - seeme faithful for the first time.I could never.Not him.I'm better.It's him.Everyt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2067076/ Unfurl for himin ways I was resigned to believing I never could.Almost.Soon.Retake what’s mine(accept help)and let him take it all again.No.Give freely.Learn what’s mine,and speak it.“I like when you touch me like that”“I want to lie with you lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2065103/ She loves like swamp water;selfishly;and I choke on the murk of her.There’s a million things I’d rather choke on.Sleeping -everyone I know and need.Alive again alone,drinking and chaining in common areasas every edgy extra and Effy wannabe.Lovely,I’m lovely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2065101/ 17/08/1934 - 19/07/2018 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2049231/ Darkness blooming bruises on my breast. I can't leave my skin alone (bleed it - bobble it - between fingers, bitten again again again !) With exasperation. Passing helicopters, honey-bees, humming, "I've outgrown me". I've outgrown me. This.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2040399/ 1 year becomes 4there's no future never -it's almost Juneand May's f*****g me overevery new plan is the different and true plangive up humouring me; these patterns repeat annuallyblame it on my childhoodi must be feeling summery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2028772/ I remembered unskilled thumbscontorting calves over cupholdersand believed that to be all,after all,trauma is not an amateur masseur -"bruised shins -is that all?"I remembered thick fingers;big hands as big as my thigh;a newly shared backseat,and the back of a blonde head dutifully watching the road.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2017594/ happy anniversary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2010544/ I am my mother's child.Twin thorns in my father's side;wrigglingat just the wrong moment."Stay away from my daughter,"from my mother and his,from me - oh,you have your father's fists!Detective play is childish -the answer isn't yours to own, but stays buriedwith bodies no mem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/2000699/ dom circa 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1997522/ Foreign materials approach Fort Knox -swab, cotton and string, and skin -none can breach its walls,save that which is forced.Sweat of the 16th summer beadsbetween bodies and linen,sticky-slick through every misguided, male attempt to stretchwide (nagging burning narrow)and break what won't give;take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1995522/ For Charlotte http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1975508/ follow up to a poem i wrote in april 2016 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1966259/ Catatonicat the laying of hands and tongues;bundled and buriedto save me from adoring eyes -I can't bear her decency to an indecent body.Perhaps I'll live my life in grey old pyjamas,let my hair grow long,bleed from my gums...No.Unfuckable is not unrapeable.If they are baited still with babies -and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1935355/ No hell in death for a Jewthough living things hide in hell beneath black water,splashing, flailing,at that which stirs them on the surface.Submerge and see clearly through drowned eyes, or waitfor each waterlogged freak to skulk through marsh to meet me -write a gasping, screaming poem for every on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1893399/ originally posted @sunday on newhive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1884247/ originally posted @sunday on newhive as "l'chaim" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dominiquen/1884242/