http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rockland_49 The original writings of author E.A. Archer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070213 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I live this Iliad. I have traveled mile aftersenseless mile  Just to pace unending halls--becomedrunk  And write wisdom on the wall  So when you ask me--who are you,  My lips will curve on an emptyflask .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/812097/ You’re rightHe’s a wonderful personI learned a little bit about grace that dayThen collected my things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/785979/ They will fight you, he said.They will fight you in every moment and in everythingBut they don’t know the sweet smell of smokeThe Flower seeds in a cigar boxThe roads and reels we usedThe linoleum floorThe reflection in the floorCoke floats and reclining chairs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/783739/ It's never finished is it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/783445/ It's still in its infancy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/783438/ Words flow,Discordant yes, at times, But meaning does not stand for standing in linesIt’s in the air we breatheIn the heavens and flat on the floor, Drunkenly singing, “It’s at the door!”Meanwhile meaning that it’s outside the verse as wellAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/774324/ An exercise in words, trying to expose the creative process by leaving the "formula" by it's side (though not at all "part" of the poem) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/774293/ She drew a finger across my palm, and to be fair, my heartThis is how you say, “what” in sign languageAnd this is how you say, “I love you”Taking my hands, to make a motion across her chestMy heart beating, lungs swelling, taking desperate little breaths.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rockland_49/774290/