http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brad%20Nugent The original writings of author Brad Nugent en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163618 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A love beyondsuch hasty scribbled,ink-unravelled,sad-unstutteredwords as this:besmirched aspointless poetry,and fairly so,all fairy-taledembalmed inhard to swallowbliss.Beyond all wordsyet unrecited,ill-formed,still-bornand unrequited,too scared to touchan unr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/1107584/ sitting on the deckswigging a beerknees to chestwatching the doghappily boundingtongue lollinggiddy with joyas daylight dimsand pondering whenthat exact momentarrives when onecan truly proclaimif one so wishedto have that authority:it is now what they call'after dark'last drinksabsently listeni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/816901/ Some days I still reach too low for the light switchLike an awkward tip-toe child but in reverseInstigated flurries of connecting synapse twitchSearching chapter's end to set sail for a new plot course  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/795216/ Written for Starfish's Nonsense Competition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/785593/ I stood in the stairwelldiscarded pieces of litterblew in the breezeas child followed child:ignoring the debris,refusing to stoop downwith a helping hand.Suitably indignantin well-rehearsed tones,I chastised loudly,as any responsiblerole model should.A long day of suchs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/785514/ Written for the Creative Poetry group: using the words flame, imprint, quiver, arrow, pursue, contrive, subjugate, ambrosial, voluptuous, indulgent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/780757/ fragmented glass behind the barbetrays a collage of splintered bottlesit must be somebody's idea of artneo-maxi modernist fusionor perhaps surreal delusiondemystifying the sober realitybut still you said you liked the placeso I agreed to find you therefashionably late as usualyou sauntered insideand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/780150/ too oftenI have prayedto understandthe thingsI cannot changeso I can move onand live the thingsI canyet stillno insighthas rearedno magichas appearedin my lifeall distilledand unfurledto dissolve thispowerless feelinginferred:unravelledfrustrationdistractionconfusionuncurledineffective meintolerable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/779595/ Written for the Creative Poetry Group: A poem about Athena using the words owl, impeding, warrior, armor, Parthenon, justice, champion, skillful, bewitching. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/778960/ Written for the Creative Poetry Group - using the words: abstruse, tarnish, vat, beguiling, Tarpeia, waffle-stomper..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/778954/ 'In A Nutshell Contest' for 'Alfred's Poetry Cafe' --- A poem in Cento form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/778769/ Written for Albert's Poetry Cafe's 10 Words: create, pattern, twirl, window, butterfly, senses, breath, tea, light, bare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/778733/ these wordsare forthe oneI love:that wordso overuseda basketballbounded fromback court toback courtand back againa wordfor meaningless banterfor simple chit-chatfor idle conversationsof little consequencewe need a new wordthat you can readwhen you look intomy eyesand feel the intensityof what theonc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/777835/ Challenge from the Creative Poetry group. Poem about sexuality. Words to use: magma, hunter, peach, scarlet, leverage, appendage, laveer, implode. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/777002/ For the creative poetry group using the words: myopic, percolate, deluge, inebriated, transfuse, phantasm, inumbrate, lapse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/777000/ lighttravels through airmuch faster than soundin spite of the preferableprimeval theoriesonly physicstruly knows whywe seelightningblinding againsta dark blank skypiercing the heavycumulonimbusas if they werenot kings of cloudsbut wispsof cottony filma sole stray threada nuisanceof insignificance..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776998/ tip tap typingto a world filledwith friendsabbreviationsall instant andaptly distendedwith smileysthen sendwith the dexterityof a nymphomaniacon a double strengthaphrodisiacswallowed downwith somethingfluid andeffervescentchanging the fontin size and formto somethingmore suitableto discernthe cohere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776973/ pathetic haikuso content to be constrainedridiculous rules http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776767/ we all metat one ofthose regular hauntsa lovely littleEnglish-themed pubcrowded fullwith workday endnoise and smokeand my usual nervestangiblehad me sittingalone in apadded cornerdrinking pint on pintand drowning inviews of yousmiling and dancingexcited contentmentwrapped intoanother man'sarmsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776752/ Jung had a visionthat God appearedabove a churchand took a crapand all I could thinkas I shudderedwas be carefulof that steeple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776670/ some peoplehave facesthat were meantto smileapparentlyI look seriousand have scalesthat make youdepressedmy foreheadfrowns again andI ponder revisingthe budgetto accommodatethe purchaseof happier scales http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776435/ if I am thereor if I am notthe tap in the tubstill drips a lotI cannot balancethe pressure pointthat stops the dripas drops anointa washer worna simple fixbut still the tappersists and drips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776417/ perched at the pointwhere oceans convergecolliding in an ecstasyof salt spray spumesa lonely lighthousebeckons in vainwhile high abovecompeting wavesa gull wheelsround and railsagainst windscaught betweenand cryinga silentsurrender http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/776289/ looking through a vacancywhere a steel capped bootpunched a hole in the oldasbestos fence andseeing stray fibresbreathed in like faithand reflected invisiblyin shades of spring greenvaguely imaginedfrom the smudged glassof a discarded bottleleft sinking in untendedstrands of tall fescuesomehow clawi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/774253/ this poemis shitscraped shamelessly froma shoeand wiped ona previouslypristinelawnlike the artificeseen throughlovers' eyesin a gallerya canvas paintedpointlessly blackacquiredacclaimedwordsunashamedto lack reasonor rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/773195/ I could write a bookand publishbut for the attributeknown just for the momentby only the astuteby only you and only Ithat life is but a motea speck unfilledright to the eyeby nought that isof little notea brittle lackof anecdotesno stories richto tellthere is nolife experienceon which a soulcould dw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/769089/ so pretty Mr Mittywith your salon-styled hairlost in your own fair whimsywhat fantastic antics therewe tremble at such daringsuch bravado makes us quakeyour make-believe is totalso the real world must be fakeso witty Mr Mittyoh this may come as a shockbut there are no secrets leftin your optimistic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/766295/ a gelatinous oozefrom the hawker hawkingall things to make lifeflashing terra-borne golda noxious Casanovawith velvet tongue verveserving snake oiland smatteringsof black rhino hornto engender acidicalleviation of illsuse these lotionsand potionsand foment at will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/763732/ quicklytake me to bedlamand cure preventivesanitybreathe life into yourunequivocal devotionand help me to swallowthis rationalpridelodge your ever ferventenchantmentin my lost andhumid mindand warm my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/763728/ inferno from unearthly wombexplodes with vast discordant burstssymphonic hammer tolls the truthof opera singing life undonewithholding the pretentious tasteof self-indulged metallic soulbeneath our toil, the last, the firstthe reasons why are left unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/763723/ a touch on the navelgentle yet perilouslike a raspy featherscratching the surfaceto nauseate the daypiercing the facadeso precisely positionedby a kindred fuserecanting the promiseof dampened eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/763721/ the rancid acrid stenchof relationship postmortemseeps through the stale voidleft by a love long goneinto the cracks wrought byunimagined deviationfrom the blueprint once createdand clung to like a lifelinewith an obstinate handwell hardened by the compressof heaped hotheaded hurta patchy reality wr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/763720/ an avid amateur god forges the covenantwith all the confidence of a gauche caribousearching for remnants to keep hunger at baydribbling creations onto ice-shrouded hoovesrefusing to note that all things must decayin spite of convenient promises strewnround tables and think tanks and asphalt balloons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/748237/ plunging headlonginto the labyrinthof a mind gone wrongsome pathways submergedbeneath a sea of serotoninwhile others in the same demesnethirst for the mantic oneto gently guide the wayand pervert the awkwardlychosen coursedeny the sardonic toneinside a head so well concealedby labret wearing grinsan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/748232/ drifting by inventive sleeptowards that extant universeuncertainty does not existdilemmas solved by certitudedepart,delay, then evanesceblack barriers do not persistadjourned to absent Avalonwhere tantalising hellionall honey-haired and golden-tonguedhungers for a happenstance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/741648/ Iquestionshow much of our livesrely on good luckor blind misfortunefar to go fatespins loaded diceover the goosebumpstorm tossed wavesthrough the random flutterof a butterfly wingwe see which lightning litturn in the forkwe will choosein the momentof destiny's pauseso what mightyou do topoor li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/737797/ Written For The Creative Poetry Group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/735351/ Written for the Creative Poetry group. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/725305/ A silly bit of fun as I was falling asleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/723087/ It was the season of Longyaru, the Spirit Turtle. This was a busy time for the women of the tribe. While the men went in the boats to hunt turtle, the women gathered eggs and when the time came shepherded the hatchlings to the safety of the sea.The tribe were always careful not to kill too many of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/720932/ Jezra plays on the beach making jewelry from seaweed and shells. She stares out at The Guardians, the three pillars of rock that stand sentinel, protecting the tribe from invasion by sea. Further down the beach the women gather food. The other way, Yanu is playing with some other boys, chasing waves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/720509/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/720508/ Had this one tumbling around in the background of my mind for a while now - crazy little thing called love! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/720425/ "Written for the Creative Poetry group" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brad-Nugent/720336/