http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beingofwords The original writings of author Beingofwords (Christine) en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974880 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Some days, I am Chicken LittleSome days, I am AtlasSome days, I amInside the namesVoiced by masked mouthsOn the street.We hold up signsLike fragments Of sky,As buildings burnAnd bodies are beatenInto the pavement.We stand together,As equal earth dwellersWith unequal allowance ofExistence.Will w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beingofwords/2177233/ In My HandsI find myself (ashamedly) spelling privilege as “priviledge” As if it were a sea cliff upon which to stand and lookAt castaway peopleWearing salt-stains and blood-stainsOn their skin.Would I wave downTo them? Would I shout downTo them?Would I find out what happenedTo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beingofwords/2176527/ AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCE The contours of my face are located with each river droplet,running to the edge of a jawline cliffand free-falling into a bristled forest towelwrapped tightlyaround nakedness. I think I cry when I’m nakedlike springtime earthbecause frozen conceptseven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beingofwords/2176526/ FREEING BAMBOO WITH MY FATHERI looked out from dreary windowsTo notice our beloved bambooWas wilting in the night.The next day, when light returned,Me and him, My father and I,Slowly lifted off the weight:“Free the bamboo!” We chanted, And watched each shoot reawakenWriggl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beingofwords/2176525/