http://slow.writerscafe.org/gramlinski The original writings of author gram linski en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776063837 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Music Stops;-The silence spoke of possibilities, of things that might be said, it spoke of wind and sawdust, of dreams of translucent blue,of hellfire demons, waiting to                               &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2873232/ A broken man, limping towards gnosis, club foot heavyhunched with the weight of penance and guilt crushing spine, darkened uneven footsteps, dancing drunken thoughts to ground, to grind under heel, to dust and rust, from rust to mote,mote to mist,  mist-like, gone, gone-like fist shat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2828569/ it's not as dark as it seems;-the spine snapped like a jack-knife, springing home, slammed shut, my nauseaand guilt spewed upon thepavement, molten lava lumpsof half digested plant protein,bubbling and boiling the tarmac,scorched brain triesto disconnect the sun,sun-blind    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2825320/ The Ascension :-With a bag full of rocks-I climb and climb-Towards the highest peak-The highest sun-The blank white face -Of  no God real God-With a bag full of rocks-Molten lumps bruising spine-A penance    joy-Feet slipping    scree       time-Clim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2798653/ Mutual disturbances;-The darkness enters invades, corrodes, swampsfeeling, in a torrent of black wavedrowns self and beingdrowns brain and brawn, and thetiny island called hope on the blurredblunted horizon slips beneaththe deep deep blues,-     " We have come for you, friend, brother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2793808/ The soundgarden of delightskicking chaos around the furniture,-destroying destruction with asudden un-stamp of sullen boot-carving riots into the windscreaming hellfire mute sound-       shards of unsmashed mirrorsscatter the ground-reflecting the bite of      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2790633/ How to communicate, in the modern world, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2788692/ The Bite Of A cloud;-the falling rain, the  powered, powdered angst of broken glass, snortedinstead of dreams,       a                             cummulummbus          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2786064/ The View from a Dream;- - a rose,cumulus cloud faceswind blown features, driftingacross azure soaked skiesthe theft of reality                             unravelling-in time, in time, a buzz of chaos    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2785233/ The Wind F****r;-The wind fuckerpounds the skythe cloudsthe terror of volesamplified, asthe wind fuckerblocks out the sunThe wind fuckerflies high                hoverswaits,albatross shadowdrowning the grounda rustle of leavesmagnified soundthe winged motherf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2784420/ The Safe Haven;-the mirror is full of noise                                 and shadowwe are all the ghost of some other experience     made from the stardust and  space dustof the dead, on the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2779310/ a one act play http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2778264/ the essenes-the wandering desert philosophersthe mystical magical venerable visionaries offlaming god heads and angel eyesshimmering in desert heatand mushroom cloudsa nirvana of neuronsexpanding and explodingin universal truth and lovethe knowledge of compassion and        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2778117/ The Stolen Artist;-Blood     spilled     tears         word         smearsdripping poem - like     into distorted voids,      The poem of Infinitycaught on an eyelash,-the red river runs rio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2777590/ The Last Long Lost Dark Drink Of The Soul;-I wanna write into the nightride the darkness     /     the Lifedestroyerthe madness road of unthinkingunconcern for triviality and                          &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2777584/ The Nihilist Dreams ;-Old mad man Moon, hair longer than timebars on the window, long rusted lockplaying with fire, exploding match headsbetween thumb and teeth, the sulphuric smellof another universe coming to life,press restartspent an eternity refuting and fightingthe definition of insanity-anoth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2776106/ for Basho http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2776104/ for my wife, my love, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2774129/ The Glove of bone;The rasp of broken skin on dryflaking knuckles,the ache - slow and sure ofarthritic winter's to come,the tingling fire of freezing f*****g coldin fingertips / numb to the touch, (alive ? )the white skin and bone     ( of saints and angels )dexterous and damagedand sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2771890/ The Death of God ;-The ignored, ( ignorant ), malevolent godspat flame and furyincandescent with rageinto the dreams of mortals     the damned and deranged /                                    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2770766/ for the dying, and the dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2770123/ based on the Henry Moore sculpture; The King and Queen, used to sit on top of a hill until vandals destroyed it, now sits in a museum , ( but still dreams, ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2770115/ A tsunami of dark poetry,I need a roar of noiseto deafen silenceto deaden thoughtto drag me through the bluesof day,into some kind of light of nightand life is like a lion's manea blood   -   matted Samson's crownand shorn     and weak,and feeling lost and new born.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2769107/ Howto catch a poema sliver of thoughtthe invisible handthe shadowy flight     of ( A ) muse ( ment )the essence of fire and flameof spirit of soulof love and despairand heartache and joyof triumph and adversitypen poisedready to snatch haiku seagulls          .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2769101/ see above and below, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2767580/ Study        alchemy          astrology           astronomyfor a thousand cyclesdance, naked - lost in faerie circlesdream pre - historic dinosaursinto shining bird's eyedance in fire and         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2767572/ based on a prompt poem idea in the guardian, go on poets, have a go, how to catch a ... make it fantastic and impossible and possible haha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2767569/            2D WORLD -     The flat line------------------------------night and day a black square / whitethe undulations of letters                                  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2765532/ Reflections-The rabid, damaged clown             somersaults in madness                                             and darkness     pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2765529/        There were ghosts      I felt them give me kisses     of the quickest, ( sweetest ) silver fire    my ephemera, a barrier to contact   my untouchable void  a thing to nurturethe fingers of fog     caress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2764546/ I give you my fealty, Sire,with a tug of the forelockand a f*****g big axein the back,turn away, my lord,turn away,            and look to the hills            and don't look back in anger            I hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2762432/ in 3 parts, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2762383/ The bark of owl,hunting in drunken night,moonlight breaking starsinto a million reflections                               of souls,dead ash  falls from the mouths of the unbornalready tasting Life and the bitte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2762376/      " What does it mean ? "master Roshi asked          I threw a chestnut athis head,              and missed, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2761395/ The Art of Falling Apart ;               IFalling      falling apart   smashing through mirror clouds        spun sugar globes of sticky sweetshards, ripped apart,              &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2760680/ ReadingBukowski's take  on love                       made me sad      and Cohen's the flame - on burntout love, expounded the sameand the genius wordsmith that is Heaney,man, that book was nearly in the fuckingbin,and e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2760661/ those cold hard constellationsthat give penance and thought                to lost fool clowns                                      downside downs    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2670712/ To Vachel Lindsay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2583871/ Oh, Louis, what have you done, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2561264/ ( will always be undone ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2554668/      tears in broken wind       a Skylark mutes it's singing     night falls,                   night falls ;                        &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2554346/ ( underneath )the urishi tree-the deafening sound of            silent bell     -     the     end -self preservation from the inside            nuts and berries feeding favourand meditations.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2489398/ And then ...-the darkness came out to playsmothered light, swallowed itdrowned me in its densest nightthe thickness clogged  arteriesand airwaves choked unborn thoughts dry-And then ...-things morphed changed     slidinto a fugue      a  state of uncalmbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2489395/ A tangle of bramble tendrilsensnaring cheap cotton jeanswrapping prickly jagged arms of lovedragging me ininto the jam and the cream, -A brush of Winterupon my cheekthe hiss of wolf blood freezingdeafening earsand blinding prey to the mastery of timeChronocide is deaddecided Einstein's H - bomb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2487566/ the flavour of Autumngolden leaves meting on my tongueand a sharp whip of windblowing cobwebs free      the homeless spider -          - fleeing the sceneand a Joseph mist of coloura rainbow brought to lifeshimmering in reflected thousandsof orange and greenwi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2487522/ The Book of ghosts ;The pages flutter, empty, (sonnets )structure lost to the windmigrating swans carry my useless words within their beaks                             mute speaksthe deserted pamphletonly lost energy rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2487502/ There was a thing that fell awaythat unfurled itself from my soulthat flew from bonesin gravitas of universal pull of satellites and space debristhat spiralled outwards in cosmic wavesof under inner / undulationsundulationsdisintegration stardust bluestasting myth and angeldust in a black .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2487466/  Mind ! Expansion! Fever!=Mind; " The element of a person that enablesthem to be aware, of the word and their experiences, "=to think, to feel,=verb ;be distressed, annoyed, worried by,=the acerbic ammonium overturesthe de -tuned      mis - keyed     / li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2480897/ slange http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2480884/ The Pebble poem;-The last thought -          - air bubble gone -                                       - pop !-     ;-the jagged mountain teethskin - like volca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gramlinski/2479715/