http://slow.writerscafe.org/EandC2014 The original writings of author Elephants & Coyotes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016690 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It doesn't take ashrinkto tell me thatyelling f**k youisn't exactlythe best wayto let you knowi need you.and my aunt Tay - she coulda kept her say'cuz i alreadyknowthat my fists keptclose(d) is what'skeeping me from yougiving me what i needannnd beating t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1462663/ I saw the familiar rose-flush dust shoot from my fingertips,the day I finallydecidedto snap out of it.I had forgotten what lived inside me.I snapped again at the worrywart hutI'd createdfor myselfto live in.And again, once morefor all timegoneto my mind'sincessant bante.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1462244/ i can hear your hesitant silencelouder than an atom bomband the sliverous littleglancesthat weave between the minds i counted themonce beforewhen the wind blew out yourlashes,when yourfumbly wordsand jumpy fingersgave awayallyour secrets.show me the stringthat unravels the thingi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1462243/ there's something about letting a person speakwhen there's really nothingto sayat all,the pressure placedbecoming so overwhelmingthat their heart and gutstart spewing from the poor thing's openedpores.imagine the feelingyou experiencethinking of one'sinnards doing a thinglik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020131/ let's talk about loveand how it f***s your s**t upwhile you sip on its elixirlike it's doingthe mostwonderful thing in the worldfor you -how it thrusts youinto the darkest placesyou've ever knownto feel s**t youreally feelbut not reallyat all -let's talk about howbeautiful it makes th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020118/ again,i will buryyourhoneyed wordsdown, deepin between my breasts,humming loudlyabove reason,muffled bypassion-by love,my love-don't waste me.my pearly eyesand heaving chestaretruths i keepmeaningto sharebutyou harvest so oftenthe honeyseedsyou sowgive them timemy lovedon't waste me.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020116/ You're a crazy person,with your backwardsfeetthat keepfinding their lost waytome -an iron-wroughtStubbornistwith moralsgalore,full ofdelightfullyannoyingcomplexes. You're genuinely insanethe way you brush off your painand slide your arms around meanyway,orhow youridiculously.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020114/ I can't even count how many timesthe sun has doneits shining thingwithout me,pouring down its sunny rainon my big ol' black parade.there's this weird dynamicthat tends to occurwhen my lesser-than-vibrantfanfare's in town,with all its subtly pompouspomply pomp  blaming it all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020112/ i am singing soft pinks,after my too bold reds;i mean,maybe, my great, round bursts of clumsy heartdidn't bruise as sweetlyas i'd hoped.i haven't a thing againstclimbing to middleground;my lips are left less chapped.--I am ayet, wild queen -learned-head bowed low.heart lifted -in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020067/ i've been cravingthe sensationofsatiationin beingwho i ammakes lesser sensewith eachoverturned rockthat leads toan epidemicof revelationsand patiencein my wait forilluminationon topicsi didn't even knowwere relevant.each endeavori meetquietlyquaking with significance -waiting&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020065/ drip me dryfrom all thesecarnal casesof spiritual expansionorpersonal growthorwhateverwhateveryou wannacall itthis timeyou simplycan't hidethe truth.i'm exasperated-tell mewhat yourtruthsounds like'causei keep on confusin' itwith what i calltruthand, s**t ain't linin' up&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/1020047/ Shimmy wildShake down -This is someRailroadingExistential TrollingShit.I’m plugging in-A glaring glitch In your singularReality.You’re completelyRightIf you think I’mTaking advantage of the fact That youThink We’re justProgrammed playersIn your Sacred.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/950149/ Surely these surly bitsMust be burrs caught up in myMakeup -Making up reasons forWhy my spit was accidental.I done been through a Rough patch or two -Crawling with theseThorns in my kneesAcross funky plateaus That poke their chests outIn their scoutsFor sunnier flora.Though,I assume their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/950145/ Toward thinking - thinking toward that newer stuff.Implicating a newer truth -More meaning more than ever what meant before.[Enter eternity]Dry unveilings found me dripping and drowning,Ogling the ones who did it better.Enlightenment, apparently, doesn't come with instructions -Sorry, Timmy - do cat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/950136/ you're not half badat your candlewick blossom snuffing -got your braggart game up loudin your repetitive silencebeaming at the doting strange phoenixesdarting in between yourbending fingers,snatching up my flamesin their return to theirstatic progress onlife skills that are lingeringfar too long in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/788677/ cancel your plans, darling -we're feignin' tonight.i ain't tasted your fancy browsince i last ran up trees.i know you miss the way my tossing hairalways filled the air withmoonlit berries andwildwildgrapes, so thick your mouthgave way to tsunamis.i've got cold noodles sittin'in my bowl somewherebeca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/782228/ I like you a lot.I know, but I don't like you.I like you a lot.I know, but I don't like you.I like you a lot.I know, but I don't like you.I like you a lot.I know, but I don't like you.I like you a lot.I know, and I like you too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/780273/ i keep peeking aroundthese curling corners -dashing away from the finger-waggers who blink onlywhen i'm notin this predicamentwhen i'm notkissing the sides of thisyellowing frame -still holding fast to that ensnared moment i've deemed too late to makeunholyunabashed and tallin th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/780092/ I am wary ofThose who fill the air with words,Caring not who hears .  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/778778/ my fingers were beginningto love that couchthey loved it so heavilyburrowing deep into the cigarette burnthat scratched againstthe underside of my thighi could’ve been banishedto that couch -to that momentin timefor two foreversand loved it thrice holy.my eyes were beginningto love that wallth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/778543/ Clue 3/3 for Nails Hairier than Hair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/778528/ I have yet to learnHow to relay my swollenThoughts in such a small http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/777998/ the moon must be crazyin the way that it glowswhen it does,for only dirty things happen at night,at twilight is when thehungry men prowlfor the ripened darlingsin their lacy things -when the fingers ofthe raving onesare stickiest in theirrabid breaths,in the time thatwallows in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/777742/ I've been adding more green leavesAnd flower buds to my mask, Lately,I even cut away, a bit,To reveal the scar above my eye.Though, I had to paint on more smileysWith glitter,The other day,To counter the angled eyesThat cut right through them.But then,Someone ripped offThe string on the right.So, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/777505/ He likes joy girls,The ones that spring upward in the wee hoursAnd smile because the sun is coming soon -The ones that rise with the sunAnd keep right on rising,Even 'til the sun is setting -Then they rise onInto the night,He likes girls with fluttering fingersThat tingle when they touch you -Ones w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/776231/ Clue 2/3 for "Nails Hairier than Hair." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/775809/ Clue 1/3 for "Nails Hairier than Hair." So, there shall be three clues! They will get progressively easier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/775003/ Can't undo awareness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/774268/ You sit there,And you sit there,And you sit over there.For my three best stuffed white bunny rabbits,I've brought with me, something special to share.I brought my special carrot stash, I've beenSaving, since I was five, I think -Hope it's still good and thatIt don't make you ill,'cause that would&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/774254/ A degree above that happinessThat makes you want toSquirm about, for-What seems- NoApparentReason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/774240/ I crept up to the rocking chairPerched beside my bedroom door,Pressed my ear up to the woodWaiting for daddy's snores,Silence in heaps,Between discounted sheep,Blared into the darkness,Until, an eye-squeezing roarShook the entire first floor, Following my tiptoes across the carpet.Down the hall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/774178/ When I was a child, I lived around The corners of houses,Hiding from your Crooked nose -So hookedIt gouged mySuperman courageRight outta myTeeny lil' chest.My legs quaked a littleIn my Barbie boots,If ever I chanced to Get locked into thatLoony gaze, of yours -The one that Stuck, thic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/774081/ "I wish I wasn't obsessed with words,"He says."Oh, me too! … except, not really,"I reply."You see, I have kinda, sorta, possibly, maybe, (Completely and so very utterly)Developed this odd sort of weird little “thing” for words.Words, for me, are kinda like that guy that drives you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773608/ Broken lines dangle betweenVital voices at Waterloo.Slick Rick on one end,Skips and laughs-Parading his mangled heart On his crookedly stolen stick-Draws circles with itAround a blinking fireThat has risen,Around some bush.Olive sits firmly,Scissors in hand,Eyes shut, palms to the skies,Though,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773543/ I haven't an empty,Dead-weight thoughtFor racing cracksOf yesterday -Cracks that splitFaster than crooksSpinning inRed-paced, Screaming lights,--Times ago,Are times I know,Only in now'sThat never end,And times to comeAre simply fromTimes, the same asNow and Then,So, when I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773322/ Ain't a soul of us, without dark spots.Not lackin'In do'sThat have been done, In ruesOf arson -LikeMattersThat refuseTo go away.--Today,I asked A sweet birdy -Just once-If he wouldSing'Til my Dumb heavingsShut up.To hear how ISo neededHim to saySomething beamingSomethingThat would melt i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773146/ I knew a pixie onceWhose dustOut-shimmered The rest.Who played twilightLily-hop, with herSwamp-lifeLoves -Her nighttime joy things,Ribbiting Froggy Songs.She skipped and hopped,From lily to pad,Skimming on the water,Game lit by Giggling fireflies,Who winked theirBottoms in herFavour.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773145/ why botherwith relaying howyour wordssomehowseem akin to mine,if my wordswould bebetter offat home.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/773041/ And, this bit of line, Here,Tells me why your heart’sAchings pour outSo thicklyIn your sighs-Why you paint onBoisterous smiles,To draw away fromYour telling eyes.My fingertips feeling,The way the bowl dips,Deeply, Full of somethingsToo heavy,Find the reasonsYou can’t fall preyTo t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/772745/ I've cast my spell on you.I've cast my spell, so hard you can't stand it.I've cast my spell on you, from afar.And, you have no choice but to give in.--"Is this wrong?"I sidelongingly asked myself."Only if you believe it to be so,"I said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/772605/ I ain't afraid to tell the worldThat you make me, What I hate most.That the jellybean drops, Slippin' from your lips,Spread likeDollops -Sweet butter, On toast.Can't hide my sticky fingers -Drippin' your,Candy residue.Though, I plan to makeThe best of it,Before the moon is new.My sternest strategies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/772564/ Pop, pop,Sigh a bit,Think.Pop, ponder -Sip tea.Pop, pop,Pop some more -Doesn't take much,To amuse me.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/772314/ Do you remember when the universe told you my fingers were magic?I do.I thought it was funny of Him,To do it in such a small way.In a way so silly, No one would remember,My secret,The universe had spilled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771701/ I, sometimes, think of,All of the people,Who could answer,"Is there life after death?"I get jealous, because,There, once, were some,Who - now - Have such an answer,But, then I remember those people are dead.And, how that may actually suck. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771690/ Are my scars saying words,Too frankly to you?What of my wounds, That have yet to heal?Is my courage too loud,For you, Sir Proud -Am I too brokenly real? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771578/ I've heard the moon whisper,On several occasions -Stories and things,That tell what life will bring,And what to bring to it.At dusk, the moon laughsWith me, in the garden -We hold hands,And share our secrets.The moon tells me whoI should cling to,And, I, how the clinging did fare.We kiss and run aft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771369/ I laid nose-to-nose, in tall, old grasses, with a spirited coyote,some nights ago.He said to me, with lips unparted and low, shiny eyes - to listen.Hesitantly, I inched forward and nudged that coyote with myface, prodding him for something more.But, nothing came.He simply stared back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771080/ I created a couple on Sims, once.They were so fantastically in love.Together they made Gabby,And a roughling, named Danny.And, they all lived together,In Flat 1.One day, the dad dropped the kids at school,And, off he went, to work.I let Taylar, the mum, cheat,With a stud, on repeat.Now, I’m ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/771016/ Way too much for the Author's Notes section. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/770458/ Once, when my curls still tickled, only the tops of my ears,Mum quietly ironed my daddy's pants - he ate his cold grits and eggs.She thought I didn't see her see me watching the cat,Claw at her leg - And so, I just asked,"Why does déjà vu  only come too late, for me to know w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EandC2014/770399/