http://slow.writerscafe.org/Henry%20Clemmons The original writings of author Henry Clemmons en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057363 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                   Death by drowning,even beneath Monet’sfloating water lilies - white, beautifully disguisedeath’s pale grasp;submerged in muck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/726826/                    Butterflies of black wings dipped orange in flightFlutter high on breeze push pillows whiteA half open window blows curtains blueHarmonica&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/726122/ Battle zone silent,  purple haze lifts,  stench settles,  cooling corpse screams theft  in its silence …  of breath lost,but can’t,in words,failed test.See lifeless young mother,  never met,  crying child,  on bloodied breast.Gun in window,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/725339/ If I bled I still loved you,Would you believe me?I have no other question,No other concern,I don’t need to know if you careAbout meAnymore. But,Would you take time to look in my eyes,Venture beyond lies,Broken ties,And try?Could you journey passed whys of winter,Barren and c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/725189/ First kiss of morning: Blinds drawn,                    doors closed,Coffee machine,                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724921/                               Crying between rhythmic thighsStroked legato, gentlyUn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724770/                Why can’t I be anonymous?Why can’t Ihide among two dimensional shadows of shallow minds,walk in the world of me,mumble,drool, if necessary, speak French,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724768/                      You ride waves    of dried up seas,No dolphins slicing.    pink stained   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724765/         I want to be a penny,laying on rails,waiting for a train.Have you ever seen a penny after fifty grain cars flatten it into    oblong coolness?I’m tired        &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724762/ Rose scented candleswait for a flicker            of flame.In stillnessof silent readinessthey smelllike  rosesslouching in dark._____Cobwebbed chambers,  indolent heart,  linger for impulse, &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724660/     Annoying,                 the sound of her voice.Geeky,           her look,         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/724657/ BreathingUsed to be involuntaryBeggingIs how I get air to my heartBloodFrom my noseFlowsDownMyChinAnd d        r        i        p        s            in red splatsOnTheWhiteTileFloorNext to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/720566/                              Some Thought it Strange I could befriend Both High noon and moon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/720558/ Not all moments exist                                   in blackand white’s       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Henry-Clemmons/720555/