http://slow.writerscafe.org/cam4248 The original writings of author Cameron Berry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pockmarked, shaking, this skin trembles with a sign ofsomething new. I dance to the beat of the artist Circadia. I've never been a knower of dance, but I dance, fearlessly, carelessly.I am bound to this dance willingly, a constant reaffirmation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1945531/ Screeching howl at a crumbling pieThe key lime bluebirddefleckting spotty accusationsHaven't ya heard, haven't ya heard?Misty naughts blind neither nautilidae, neither night nor the daySpiral enveloper built its nicheupon good and evil and nothingHaven ya hear, haven ya hear!Fluffy cliches prow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1904548/ Clipped by a propellor,old faithful's spout of scarlet rushes.Blindfold tourniquette, won’t yousave liberty's ringing drums?A marcher in the war is lost.The fright of a mute’s symphonyteeter-totters, like old gravity’s wreck.Earth hearkens to solemn passersby.Stumbling drunkard, sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1901943/ Future swells like a frothing, menacing waveHungry and parched, a sink seeking its sourceAlways late for supper, future never arrivesnow, now, give consolation for wilting, reeking pastTime is the great undoer of future and pastCurdling smooth surfaces as milk, into writhing singularities http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1901814/ Start on an introduction, includes unedited ideas. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1898921/ This is a project that I will spend a fairly significant amount of time on in my free time. It is very early on, and reads mostly as notes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1898920/ under pale blush of a hushed moon on a tea leaf, a bumpy tongue is twistedscavenging for slick, silvery lightagainst dripping waves of ambercaught in a trickling swirlfleeing the fatally famished sipping on bitter, medicinal tincturedisposing of disfiguring maladiesa canopy of leaves shelt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1894509/ He shuffles through the market feet dragging bodies packed like some over-harvested fish in a tin again, again he shuffles through the market he is a foreigner among natives to this land his stomach aches but the food proves foreign as himself breads and sweets and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892275/ I have bored through, solid oak as it were,through to my cozy pigeonholecloaked in bursFalcon, hear me:later we’ll resume the chasetattered wings have made a stand,and i’ve grown tired of this race http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892274/ fleeting glimmerslost to battles of sun and rainrestless wrath smearing the skies with graypalest copperhave you worth for winds of gold?or have all shades yet been sold?for there is a paletteof calm blues and dew-dipped greensan artist commissioned and skillful and keen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892273/ a giant, graceful and swiftcraterous traces, punishing heathenalways with supreme love embodiment, beautiful animathe giant is Marythe giant is you, is I, is kinmerciful giantin mere minutes we can countdown until we reach feather bottomcarried down gentlyspiralling into chaos and resolveechoed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892272/ streets turnpeephole watchspinning handscrafting artsidewalks haltcalamity waitsturning tricksrabbits weeplurid neonsewer greatshell spawnheaven abatesboutiques quickengathering clamsturning cheekssaving facesquatter jumpsloser findshomeless homesdirty dimesstreets turnpeephole watchspinning handscr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892270/ Were it these ashes,smoldering to extinguish rain?Or else what magnificent torch might stifle the skies?Coffee riddled teeth chatterGrinding awe to mulchAs eyes draw upwardbeholding the kaleidoscopic archMother Earth fashions bow on daughter's locksUnlocks the gate beholding my soulCaptivating .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892269/ division spilt upon earthrusted trees wave to their friendsand mourn plywood soldierslost in the great rendwinter boughs leak tales of sorrowdripping upon a sea of blind lightsthe retching and tearingof a womb split left to rightyellow flashes pass in glimmering streamsflick ashes of asphalt and spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cam4248/1892016/