http://slow.writerscafe.org/caitlinlea The original writings of author Caitlin Lea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015419 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ice.sun isgone.He is notSureabout her.She breaks.ShrapnelIn ventriclesno surgeon removes.Her queendomall ice-elation.No firmdecisionrequired.No Sunneed botherthe cold.In her way,she issafe.The suncannotbetraywhile shesleepstrustin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1485036/ That celestialmanwho hauntsthe moon  is a survivorof Cambriantimeshis face  a melancholyhomoioteleutonin talestold round orange flamesand under bluecanopies.He is centralin the aubergineeyes ofGod whose lashesblinked thecornucopiaof the universe the umbrellaof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1295844/ Old Springsheds hishuskhis hideof cracklingleather.He was onceinexperiencedand slicklike rain.Todayhe dropshis arms,tired from sustainingthe spinningtopwhere he goesunnoticed.He isn'tangry,just tiredtiredof givingready tolet goof their handsand watchtearfullyas they fall away. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1270859/ You lookat mewith somesort ofdisgust,but you are the potcallingthe kettlewhat she wishesshe weren't.You canbe hurt.You canbe angry.Betrayalis real.But don'tthink of meas that scarletletter,when youare as redas the evilday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1265933/ Squanderedfollydropsrain-likeon mysorryprogression."Sorryfor your loss."says apallidfacein theweepingmirror. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1220505/ When twodivergentriversin thunderousClimaxabide,when Sun-soakedStonesits haughtilyby,a singleLarkis overlooked,for shewill notQuarrelwiththe cacophonyofReality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1198507/ I amiceshapedlike a starWith illusionsof beauty.Do IsparkleWhen the Sun isin my eyes?All alongI've beenmeltingintoA redtumblerofrejection,BecauseI forgot--I amjustWater. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1197952/ You areNotWholly sweetAs onceI knew.It happenedWhen IBecameSomethingYou hadTo confess.LaughterIs tooCloseTo tearsThese days,And allMy jokesAre laced withBitterness.You areMyJoyousCurse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1187877/ It wasA faithlessLeapHe madeWith tachyonSpeed.He forgotThat lifeMatters.FidelityAnd despairWere hisInevitableSoulmates.We put onOur yarmulkes,Because theyAre allWe have now.Our scrumptiousPlans areDefenestratedLike orangePeels.No one Eats orange peels.No oneExpectsA SnickersTo hit The ground.We areA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1175158/ We driveMatchingBlack cadillacs,But youThrow theDirtAt my face.I neverAskedTo beSomethingTo confess.You Toss meAsideLike a deadFlower.You usedTo care,But nowYou'd ratherHave the TrashYou knowThan theTreasureYou've decidedTo hate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1175151/ My favoriteDressIs oneHeld togetherWith paperclips,So myOverfed bosomOf wordsDoesn't show.It used To fit,This dress,But nowHangs pitifullyFrom myBarrenTrunk.When my armsBlow inThe windThey don'tLook gracefulAnymore-My fingersAche From wavingGoodbye.It usedTo beBeautiful,This dress.But I've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1109916/ I wonderif mywords havepower.Would abreath frommy lipsbe enough toMake the Sunrise afterit hadset?You willmiss thegreat star.you'll whisper"Stay"as the lightgoes outforever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1109881/ An old poem.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1101520/ One I reworked to fit my current style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1101517/ I amPossiblyA dream--Only  A wish.I amThe ivoryGoddess StatueAwakenedBy yourKiss. You rememberMy scent,See theLipstick aura Trailing Behind me.I haveEscaped The waterStain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1100167/ What e'er can grace my face like you?If sun be light, my love is Sun,For morning always brings you new.What name-- what voice is one like none?It is the window raised.My soul can fin'ly breatheFor you, my darling-- you!Your brilliance not a waste--What e'er you touch belongsTo you-- my heart, to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1078682/ Just A sighAs yourBodyFalls againstMine.Just oneLittleSmileAs you SleepilyReturnMy wordsOf love.Just armsFittingPerfectlyAroundMy neck.JustAnUnsolicitedKissSo rareIt touchesMe strangely.Just youPutting asideThe timesI've doneYou wrong.Just meKnowingThere willBe noDyingTonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1067530/ ...tired...weary...bitter.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1067042/ The watersAre calmUntil My fingers StrokeThe quietSurface.Something Stirs.SomethingMoves.Wind KicksHer shoes off,And Splashes FeverishlyIn theSwirls.Bent branch Gasps,Fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1057087/ For my friend, John. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1055942/ I rememberThat casualLook--MotioningTo rounded Form.Such anInconvenience!Such aProblemI'd dieTo have.My apologies,Your highness,For yourSunny day.I knowYou wantedRain.FrollickingIs moreYour style.My handsAre madeF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1053874/ It isThat whiteDarknessPenultimate To morning,And youAre here.Around us The forestWraps itsGnarls.All is Still.You areBehind me,Arms like Antique furniture.My bodyIs a sigh.Wings .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1053490/ I amExploringThis land--This beautifulPlace.I admired itFrom A distance,But being here,Learning itsSecrets,Has drawn meHigher.Its creepingFoothillsWere mystifying.Warm springsSated thirstFor manyHours,But now,I must Rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1051389/ Man and woman sit in chairs back to back, diagonally, so that they are facing out toward the audience, but not looking at each other.  Both are "busy" on their "computers", which are mimed by the characters pretending to type and click.Woman: Ah, ye olde Facebook!  Good morrow to you!Man: .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1050586/ It was dark that night. The moon should havebeen full, but the clouds were thick, and covered all the celestial lights.Andrew sat on the beach listening to the varied give and take of the ocean’swaves. He enjoyed sitting here at night. The sounds of the sea inspired him.And at this hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1047368/ I step onto the elevator, and you are just behind me.  I can feel how close you are without looking.  I push the button for our floor, and wait while the doors close.  I look over at you, smile a mischievous smile, and lean toward you.  You smile and say, "Hi there.", and kiss my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1034178/ YouLook upFrom yourBusinessAnd seeDarkness.Night came,But youDidn't know.You rememberWith a jolt--You areDying.You've beenDyingSince youFirst lived.Dying.A lightBurning,SuddenlyExploding, ForcingThe worldIntoUncomfortableDepth.YouStumbleTo the mirror.Do you seeThe future?No.The futureIs death--.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1034167/ The very firstBreathGraces Her face.Tiny kissesLinger,SuppressingTitillatingEnergy.She isAwareOf him--FeelsThe heatThat is justOutOf reach.Her shapelyBody SinuouslyStretches,RevealingAn elvenNeckOf purestGreen.ArmsShiver.Cool comfortCollides withPassionateWarmth.SlowlyTentatively,Her petal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1019390/ A rewrite of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem " How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/1012958/ I waitIn the meadowWhere we've madeOur bed.I fallRestlessUnderThe treesWaiting.You saidYou loveMeBetter--My starsAllure youMoreThan theFullnessOf Sun.I waitUnderThe canopyThat your promiseMade--The darkest NightAm I,For youWho lovesThe blacknessOf me.I waitUntil I Am oldAnd greyAnd dull.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/976880/ Just likeCourageIs not No fearBut the abilityTo persevereIn the midstOf fear,I am notUnbroken.I am notFreeOf weakness.I am Strong--Not becauseI amWithout wounds,But becauseI am stillStanding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/973463/ I would be your angel if I could. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/969484/ I am caught in the twister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/969327/ There is a place that feels like home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/966400/ I am refuse finely painted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/966399/ I didn't choose to love you.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/966398/ Caught in a desperate, hopeless dance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/966397/ Words no longer cleanse.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/957112/ I turn my back on you.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/957110/ ...remember me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/936419/ ...they know the same song.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/920733/ Ardor...release http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/908958/ ...now you'll ever leave.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/908957/ "...paint the sky for them...." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/891713/ "...Have your fun-- your self-centered pleasure...." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/891712/ ...A dream-- a destiny.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/832289/ ...It's as if you were written with me in mind.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/832287/ What a strange dimension.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/808189/ If you jump off the peak, I will catch you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/806545/ ...irresistable, inevitable.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caitlinlea/803177/