http://slow.writerscafe.org/divalounger The original writings of author Audrey Howitt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018905 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I write fishhome, knowing theirjourney perilous,pebbled with thedanger of maw and man. I write them hometo creek andstream,to bear and net, to spawnagain. I write them hometo complete thecycle,to nurtureinstinct,and to vali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1066185/ rain, slickand dark,lines theneuron pathwaysof detachedmeaningsheetingelectricalmessagesdisguised aslove’s harbingersof quickenedheartpulse apace within theblink of an eyethe moisteningof tonguethe flutter oflashunspoken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1054415/ wikimedia commonspublic domain in the United States Lamentation of Christ, Erfurt, c. 1480, limewood, original coloursSkulpturensammlung (Inv. 5930, erworben 1910), Bode-Museum, BerlinPhoto: Andreas Praefcke  He called me “ourlady of the pootens,”“pootens” bein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1039038/ I sang my waythroughthe rhythm of yourbreatheach one filledwith dreams of worryfor the day to comeand I felt myselfslip under yourribcageto cradle your heartto easefor a momentthe lines creasingits flow,unfolding each inturn. &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1034261/ written at Bavokerk, Haarlam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1032034/ I dance the jig of depression’s watchwaitingin the slowing two-step of waltz undoneto see if its facehas changed this time. A grimace loosensas torso bends towardmy ever present partner,and those watchingseldom realize that this represents.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1032031/ The air around me humsin the fullness of spring’s promise.Blooms widen their petalsin the oft chanceof luring a groupof party crashing beesalready sweetand dancing the drunkenness of pollen’s heavy luster. And I wait. The boon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1032028/ i sit at the loom of time’s dense fieldsand push the shuttle of decision throughthreadsblinked crimson and yellowby the ephemeral guard of my identity so very slowlycloth formsunexpectedly longthis time  like a patchleft undarnedt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1024362/ an odd kind of tension binds lip to cheekin the war of love’s wordstumbling over themselves in the dark I feel the tension grow as I wonderabout the whys of emotive contextconstruedwithin a map unchartedeven in the abyss of unknowing and I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1021196/ passing long daysheightened heatemblazons its markupon sweat-stained backrivulets of semen streammixingfoldingeating their waythrough long afternoonsof tented temperaturesnearing zenithupon thighand cheekwhistling love songsin the darkf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1019509/ hoveringin abeyancecirclingin patternswaitingupon changeswithout controlprayersplunderall askingfor an easingfor comfortfor more lifefor deathsometimes for both a white curtainfluttersgauze-likeand as the wind whips.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1019505/ just another meandering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/1010061/ i held your hairin my handa fan of gold and brown(autumn)between splayed fingerswhile you sleptthe sleep of watchers in the fieldbetrayed by the lowingof the crickets’ songand the tiniest of smilespuncturedthe gauze held in placeby the vividn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/993451/ Elf Witch originally made for by Danny Hennesy ca 2006 for Danny Hennesy´s great fantasy gameI have a penchant for stately, gracefulwords,for the artful turn of phrase,and I love the sheer beauty of imagerywell used.A phrase can wash over me,words can stickand salve,and when I am doneI can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/985703/ I line them up for you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/980772/ Carl Spitzweg, Der Schmetterlingsjäger     Paint shut my wound with butterfly bandages on pinks and blues and greens to cheer the unwary as they land each in an appointed spot. Stretch and pivot. Stretch and pivot shut... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/977996/   My flowers are beautiful, technique mixte, 2003 par Jean-Philippe Carpentiermy world is small,a package no bigger thana shoebox,tightly wrappedin the tones of grey paint.i would rather,a pale peachor sea foam.and so color swatcheshang on my refrigeratorsuspended by brightly coloredbutton magn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/955596/ By Henjansson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons I keep my disappointment in a jar beneath my tongueand I let it roll around there sometimesjust to see what it tastes like.Sometimes when I am feeling alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/951645/ I miss the possibilities,the open-ended themesallowed free rein and unfetteredinterpretation.I miss the endless secondspassing through the hourglass of life’sdays.I miss the heat of idealismand the energy burningwithout obvious causeand to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/947337/ Solitary Duality of the Soul. found on the martyr train in Atlanta Ga I cry for you in those momentswhen I feel your despair (my lost child),in those momentswhen fear overtakes,overruns,overridesthinking--when memories burstthrough dams and wallscarefully constructed.(I have had years of practice)Pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/944044/ Sweetenedand tunedbysilvered honey glintofsuch tender eye,bywell-meaning scornandbitterest herb,yougalltheunknowing--theleast desirous of us.Holdfast to your deceitandplay that card againina blue smoke bar,whenhumor desertsa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/939570/ A poem for the seasons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/938798/ Nightbeckonsandmoon, full of restive temptationanswersfruitfully--Inclineyourselfuponthe seal of my soulandbend my earthatI may againhearthe gentle murmuringsofearth’s heartbeatin time with my own. Otender, tender moony.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/847529/ Helay down amidst grasses so talltheyhide his eyes from his soul.Helay among the antscaptivatedby his Herculean hair,curlscreating bridgesoilyblack and lustrous.Helay downhisweighted frameburyingtender shoots below.Aching--Hetraced the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/844310/ For more on the quilts of Gee's Bend, go to http://www.quiltsofgeesbend.com/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/839232/ An anniversary poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/832027/ An unexpected poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/831458/ darkenedwings of sapphire breastburnbrightly againstthelabored casualnessofcheckered heartsjadedby too many martinisinbars festoonedwiththe crinolineswhichenamorthelatest designer-fetidsouls festerinfear of further examinationby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/823663/ hewas a burly manmaybemid-fortiesshewas nineteen,alittle naïvealittle Lolitaishshedidn’t know himnorhim herhewore his uniformthecloak of power and authoritylikea sheath on his pricktheonly one he had todayhern*****s c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/817969/ Penitentweeper,Whyweep you on this dew-kissed morningWhenlife so justly fills every crevice.Prostrateyourself notBeforethe idols of man.Manknows little enoughAndof that,RespectsnotThatwhich he cannot use easilyAndwithout mercy.Rather,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/817965/ Politewoman-Yourhouse is clean,Yoursheets are pressed,Yourneighbors approve.Yousend cards on birthdaysDevoidof any personal sentiment-Signed“love mom”Wouldit kill you to add a postscript“Ilove you”copyright/all rights rese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/813724/ Alone,I hold the shimmer of youBetweenfingers splayed,Asthey play the music of your name. Alone,the moon washes awayTheburden of distanceWithinthe numinous glow of the star-saturated night. Trees,ripe with pendulous branchesSwayto the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/810991/ heart, beat you hard within this breastto help me rememberthe excitement of languorous ardorthe texture of bristle against neckthe slap of moisture in an arid landheart, beat you hard within this breastas flood meets heated desertand life begins anewcopyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/810229/ It is what the title said--I was sitting around a table with friends--and I have resisted the urge to play with it--it is what it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/809431/ Byeaves, burdened by the weight of pendulous leavesDroppedby spent treesThepulse of sapStilledwithin them. Bybranches curtseying and bending tunefullyInanticipation of the dance they are called toBygossiping windsunableto hold their chatter... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/806899/ a set of poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/804919/ I am thinking about my daughter who has been having a difficult time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/804607/ This is for a friend who is having a hard time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/801584/ The tv blaresIts empty promises Of laughter and easy sex.If I look like herWill I get laid?And for a moment,My 55 year old body Remembers what it wasTo look like that.The tv goes off andI go read a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/801576/ Talented fool that I am,I keep looking for myselfIn the words that I write,And I come up empty.Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/801225/ On the breath of sighsI seek to be reborn into the warmthOf love sated in the glimmerOf whispers sweeping away the years. On the breath of sighsI touch the tenderest part of you,Sheltered in a heart Whose beats divide the onrush of worryFrom the hand that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/795783/ I look at you and wonderWill we touch again?Can we rush toward each other In the foment of early morning or In the stillness of midnight?Desire-Frozen in time,Chilled by years,Forgotten in the onslaught of life,Lies fertile in me.Gather me.Wash me agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/795781/ More difficult relationship stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/794946/ For my sister who wanted a poem a little Edward Gorey like about a kite--still feeling a bit rough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/792155/ Temerity, hide not your faceBehind the shredded skirts of mycompassion.You thief in the night,You steal the bravado You no longer can generate out of disregard.Heedlessly, you direct the actions ofothersLike marionettes on silken threadsSilvered like piano wire... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/792151/ If I could, I would make the world easierfor you.I would harness its violence and tame itshatred.I would ask the face of compassion toshine on you always.I would hold the flame of love high foryou to see and always feel it. My dream for you If I could, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/791285/ Sit now.Feel the mist of air surround you.Touch the wind as it moves through you.Stroke the door of your heart and feel.You blind me with your loveliness-This loveliness, so quiet and still,so unannounced.You have surprised my heart,my heart so lanquid.You stroked my heart and made me feel,nestled a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/791263/ Howdid it happen,ThatI am privy to your heartButyou, not to mine?Thewishing of worlds long asleepWillnot change the damage done.Sleep,my heart drowning in sorrow,Likethe soft rainWhichrolls in on a misty morning.Catchmy hope Beforeit ripens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/789892/ the prompt: write 100 words about having to write 100 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/789435/ Mightysquash, its canopy of leavesEmbracingeach of its tiny babies,Wrestleswith cherry tomatoes,Eacharguing vociferously over room.Squash,waving unsubtle leaves,Shoutsout its dominance,Asit shields baby lettuce Fromthe rapacious sunToohot for ten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/divalounger/788475/