http://slow.writerscafe.org/denniswillis The original writings of author Dennis Willis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I don't blame youfor using mesaying okay to my insistenceyou acceptall this'and theni shoot myselfin stoppingprocessing  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2160852/ Now doesn't need a memorynow is a memory'surgingrememberinging?Singu fulsing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2160809/ I am the spark of nowclench your shouldersto my current runningfrom your neck to your waistbreathe to my needof being alive electricthe fuse to the bombin old movies burningthat sizzling sound is mein now staying on the wet waveof is this where ahm 'posed tabeesoreee this undertow has mesalt is left.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2160800/ I'm astonishedand caverns openof historical no make thathysterical reasonsthat unmakecolor and lightdelight and tightthis skin soft fight'gainst you now 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lighteyecannotcannon and onfiring 'tonsthatthatsingleap  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156821/ I smell chocolate-chip cookieswhy did you do thatdivorce meI remember you cooking thesefor us and the kidslike heavenThe scent screamsat me now like a tigressangry fearfulI don't know theformulafor baking thisday into night intoflight into sightthere I amWhole of somethingmade of somethingcosting ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156820/ Things that could be saidpage through the writingof this storyyour grey eyes slow like weighton the minute on the pageheld down againstseconds and pico-secondspause and pile up like cattlemoo-ing me hard to beat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156804/ Life is this funny pictureof youfuck and mejogged rhythm an allits not disrespectthis displeasingits the at riskbehavior requiredby the you mistakenfor your basil gangliathe family resemblanceexhilaratingi digress for fun poetrynow back to ourregularly scheduledmince-abilities, mimesan' crosswords a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156801/ Looking for a wayto curse what I saywatered down upin a delicate slipof now tryingto be bigger http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156628/ What are these candies of timewith a mindand a heartand a burdennot of smartscrape awayinsteadyour molecularknowing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156627/ Blowing and BlownBleu and Blue and Blewstew of colorBlue screen life stands outagainst what my bonesknow should beThey sing like time hasa carea recognition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156626/ Swing into this gravity-less gamewhere you fly with your thoughtskittering above These small tastes are curiousof time and it's sublimeseconds split wideSinking into depth in selfaccommodating cave wallsrough crags And this speechrehearsed in angstsqueaks heartsthat areencumbered ofstories.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156625/ Is it any wonderwe eat upon wonder like it's a watermeloneating contestor you don'tand i have the honor of telling youwhat you are out to securethat makes senseis the calling card of churningnothingof which we are all carefullyconstructedby the exigencies  of noughtup ought a*s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156623/ There aren't constructsfor the writing that needs now's loveSplitting the known waykindling the bonfire ofless particles feltI pick at the knowsthe rose sensesenting greetingsup my wazooahm tellin u'bout coarseOf the coarseyou are onin wordssullen and disrespectfulof this ink likephenomenon[ign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156622/ There is a sleepinessto happyto inLife and it's environsangling and danglingdaysOver the precipicethe edge of thisknowI am singularand slowingin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156621/ There are notices  and those sort of peoplenever change their mindsit's a long drive she thinks she's this faryou'll be here tonight knowing what's goodfor you you can't I have toof course I can't i didI tried to keep  awayfrom youJust might letCharlie go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156619/ You find this silencein the midst of noiseand it is a rendingof another way of seeingstuck sideways into yourall knowing all figured outsuit of cheap armor and kleenexand f**k you tooit is overwhelmed by the rushof real this instinctual focusof the physicalthreathitting you to cryhitting you to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156618/ a song is a concentratedpiece of humanityat an edge we allholler into our hopepush into the nothingback to... [must be something]rolling us for our sparkspeaking ignition song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156609/ Let's wrap ourselves in nightto not be seenand to be screaminglyDark delicious unseennesssmokes crevices of lifeas if as if they were long curedeating sanity asif your cornflakes talkedowned up to it all' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156548/ these dying lines  i send to you Danielleas you are my death my smile i can't posessei can't spell outside your being  i can't anything outside your acceptance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156547/ it is not this intercoursenot this communicationyour senses are safei create hafe to rhymeyou might thing nothing's missingfrom hate and we don't need hafehafe thatyour acceptance is guaranteedcall us now for allthe details of hafei'd give you my numberbut you might justcall mehafe that intwist of f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2156544/ Not writing not knot not knottinggulps and swallows and gagsI am laying this close lying this closeclose close one ah this hell aroundthe inner sanctum of this unsavory messthis un everything messyour fears are too smallfor what life teaches usabout lifethe escapism particle runslike Jerry Lewi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2154525/ I have this bendperhaps its a wrinkleWhat is the lifethat i wantis a curveof a questioni am bent overyour warm heartand you expectedassthis is not the timefor thatthis is not alwayseveran insertion of timemistakenit's costume it's outfitsunny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152723/ I'm listening to this bity silencethis unread glacieragainst since you are not therenot readingthisnot listening so faras to not evenbe hereand it's a vacuumto whichi writethat makes me stopto drinkwine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152719/ I scraped the accreted poetryfrom my teethbefore pouring anotherdrink of marbled timesipped hungrily while fullwhewI commend myself for thesedepths of cognizance thatride up my willing suspensionas if Roosevelt's boys were homeand needed sweated hardwhen i realize the overtoneswhewShe approaches wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152277/ I imagine a swoonan it neve' happensI get blanks and whago fall go sink go dissolve and pourand lightandimagine on a flatwhap whap http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152085/ I don't   e  ver half to go back therun uhdose mudder fukers          against ahkin barley typeholdn mah fehngers ostage muh guardian out damn outsinkin beneath decent to damnthan we lurn of darkness waitin'so fuk yer  yer opinion its itscryin whilst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152084/ White paper attacksmy pen my ink arefrightened hesitantso much for enlight...is that what this isyou while crestingsought meaningfluoresce eating lines stainedfor magnificationto revealthis squirtingducking about am iforcing vowels downmy own throat whilelaughing at  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152078/ This directionwhoompthe crushof all restlessinkless storiesscratching onlike starchor lichensblocked lifescrabbling onyour face of bolognais so correcta hand wavingand the achepenetratesis wantedfaster and it's a sandwichthat isn't finished http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2152074/ I'm just a scatterballooning so temptedto Thursday up hereBallooning into  the mawI used to liketo careen aboutthen than when wancoloring was the resultcolor is the only resultof my explosion that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151339/ Is there someone thereto thump againstto bump againstto hump againstin this poeticsomekindofcourse if notinnercourseare you there youoscillating mindof (usually) miseryslapping on makeupto seem beautifulwhilst dying loudlyand artfully soundif so, keep in mindi am wrecking platesof personal historyan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151338/ I'd write a poemif time weren't awful about itpinning my neck against rareagainst heir against carewhat does it wantthis constant pressing burri might be timebiting itself raw whiletime while colorscome true in time sorryyou, we weren't meantto get here now againstupstream of the soul's angstis a pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151337/ this is nightthis is not lightthis is where time wrecks flightthis coalescencethis crispy wrinklylandingon held upthis non senseringing like lightlike it is right right righttonightcrass as everclambers overtv and cheese and wineand says nah you fockers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151208/ I can turn up the intensity of this lifewhat the f**k is anyonei don't even know why i ask thataggressive questioncare if i turn up the intensitytowhere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151207/ On the other side of the edgeyou know that war zoneor you are in itand have no time for thisThe confidence of loveburns just back from the frontcan you find the darknessblooming in the murder of crowsi want to apologize for the distraction of breastswishing i had some hear nowinstead of this nu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2151202/ of surprise of shell's energetic quaintness ringing around fastness level to level unheard unsounded circling knowing of the edge imagining having smelled it once younger My accumulated time devou http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150637/ I cast these words ontowho could say whatthis isUpon which notink singsthis cauterizationof bitson time's billreachingtoward smearenuf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150556/ The toasted whole grain of deathtalks to mewith a voice scaldedwhat is the movementof a womena viney wall of climbi surrenderthis guiseand its rucksackof life's nonsensetryin' to getme laid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150551/ Spill this I thinkthis inkon this skinin this lightnailed meaningon human toastwrinkling lightswallows nightI am hungerslobbering incessantlyover youand youdon'ti have nosyllablesto matchyour skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150549/ This ignorance of timeits spreading liesagainst what i don't knowi feel it flexagainst ourunderstandingas ifas if wewe knewsomethingnot comfortablenot timely ringingnot isn'twhere i don't answerwhat ringswhat singswhat lingersgod that smell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150548/ This momentscrawled on timein fluid longhandflashes by half-readfully misunderstoodskinning by stretchedligaments of caringam i pulledi am pulledthese lovesargue on my soultugging tugging lugging this burdenof you and youropinionplease your opinionit wrestles your mindfor masterydon't lose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150546/ It gnaws at my cheekto get inall of itgnawingi grow against iti outgrowfaster thanit takesflesh awaytime awaydays and nights away away awaystripped of timethe burden of remembering any puts you herewilling to exitmomentarilyinto co-dreamco-dance in some now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/denniswillis/2150542/