http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aswin13 The original writings of author Ash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003375 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Our gods died yesterday.And now we are free.Free.Ha.What should I do with this freedom ?Indulge ?Slumber ?Indulge, then slumber ?Slumber, then indulge ?In an age of sleepy balloonsAnd wandering loons,I stand a strangerHolding back my nausea.Now you do too,As we wander as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2153783/ Shimmering graceSoft and lushI heard BachIn the visions of Jazz.Lives washed ashoreLucid and AliveLike billows in the pacific.Little terns pecked,Took flightCarrying the scent of fish and salt.I sat gazing at the horizonsCrimson and ScatteredSeeking the fullness of beingAs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2153782/ Days have gone by,No,Years have gone by.From the love poems of a young Pablo,I still remember you leaning into the afternoons,I still remember you as you were,I still remember you.Ha you who are silent !Is it just the nostalgia that haunts me ?As you never really noticed back then,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2107208/ Heavy metal over the corridor,Retro wallpapers across the wall.A boy in red was walking to his crimson motorbike,A nude woman with wires and a machine gun."When does a boy get to be a man ?"Asked the woman across the table.Texas Holdem and a glass of champagne,The boy never becomes a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2106425/ As I lay lying,Of the things beyond that abyss.Whilst old Euthyphro still had that dilemma.It was a Bat, of all things who asked ?"What is it like to be a woman ?""What is it like to be a man ?""Are we all just shells trapped in a Ghost ?"Nonetheless that cruel angel wrote,"Thus sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2099360/ Was she a dominican ghost ?There was a whistle between her lips,A whistle that still calls me.I still remember her walking down the street,With all the curves and lines.Flashing a full but soft emotion.I didn't know her age,Or her soul.Nor did I have the guts to ask.She brush.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2042089/ Why I ?Why Amma ?Why Acha ?Why the stories ?Why kinship ?Why pain ?Why copains ?Why the angst ?Why suicide ?Why Camus ?Why lovers ?Why her ?Why eros ?Why pain ?Why the morality ?Why religion ?Why society ?Why Nietzsche ?Why state ?Why philia ?Why children ?W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2020673/ "The 13 grams of weight are balanced..."Ahhh ! ,Don't move a nanometer,I sense the collapse.Collapse of ideals and the collapse of all strange figures.The ground fell into the abyss.And the Apocalypse began.The ghostly shapes of rage,Ascended through the cracks.I should not move,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2015032/ A crimson bird once sat near my window, Unchained and unfettered.I could never catch such a freeborn creature.Young and dangerously sensous.Ah ! I remember that gum chewing waxwing.Shambling along I reached for the knob,But she was already over the horizon.Carrying all the sunshine a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/2009028/ Nietzhche, Hemingway and One Piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/1997575/ Random musing of someone who's not yet old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/1995721/ Pain of Unrequited love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/1995091/ A tribute to Roberto Bolaño. . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/1995061/ A satirical poem about all existentialists. . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aswin13/1995029/