http://slow.writerscafe.org/tarajustine The original writings of author Tara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976103 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I found out today Bukowski is dead. I wonder what it was that did him in. I recall the night of darkness when I found a dim light hidden in his words. Raw real whiskey scented words that crept into my heart through the crevices that grew through heartache. This was not the poetry I learned in high .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/3121139/ I cannot hear the water rushing.It seems the spring has driedAnd the moon is not cooperative.This night sky is silent .There is no wind to fight against.Nothing to compete with these thoughts.If I lay in the cool grassI may feel grounded.But there are no starsNo cliffs or valleysNo wilderness in whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2941577/ The bodegas are gone.In their place skyscrapers guard the hood.I cannot find the mountains and the dirt roads have been covered in concrete.He loved his mountains and the Spanish tiles in his tiny kitchen. I close my eyes and try to envision his .The smell of strong Cuban coffee filled the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2864897/ On judgements http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2836123/ Existential revelries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2836120/ Fluffy's RevengeA Poem by TaraBloated . floating face up in the pool I had failed to cover. I couldn't face the bloated creature.Couldn't face the failure.It was the same with the mouse and the things needing to be fixed.There are so many things uncovered.Broken.I used to be a fixe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2835972/ You were the first.Born into loveOn the fourth of February.We named you Shannon.You arrived in a snowstorm As if God laid out his white carpetIn anticipationOf your arrival.I recall you cautiousIn those first stepsAnd the look of wonderAs your toes touched the sand.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2802162/ Poem for our times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2176497/ Have you ever swam in your own pain? Been kissed by sacrifice?I've scraped the moon off the street.I've made passionate love to the God of defiance.Once someone disguised as the sun tried to infect me with abundance and another, with faith but I was only an absurd traveler drawn to simpler thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/2145526/ It's as though I saw it all for the first time. You,fourteen years ago at his grave, the bench, the tears, the icy ground and bitter wind. How strange it must have been to know you would one day lie here under the frozen ground next to him. I think perhaps you both lost and found yourself that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/1991901/ Sometime I look for her in the spaces between my thoughts. I listen as one tries to isolate a piece of music trying to block out the dissonance. I thought I knew her but I only knew the fragments. I think of my daughter and wonder if one day she too will search for me in the beveled edges of things .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tarajustine/1990140/