http://slow.writerscafe.org/TSUlmus The original writings of author T.S. Ulmus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Why even have a skyif you can't cast your dreams into itand have them rain back as memories?Why have a moon unless howling madness is an option?Why have tears unless they flow to the endless Sea of sorrow that drowns every soul?Why have dreams if they can't be woven into the tangled fabric.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2772391/ I was carrying a can of beansAnd it just explodedMy store needed beansAnother store in the franchise helped usBut it explodedWhat the f**k just happened!!!Rifleman at 150 yardsHe shot for my heart and hit some beansOthers weren't that luckyThey dropped next to meI never heard a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2771053/ Thought tickles sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2769525/ The bee meets the flowerMost gentle of loversyou hover over meAnd land for a bitHopping dew dappled petalsfor hoursThe sweetest of kissesWhat powers you haveSweet and sublimeDining on pollen by dayAnd honey at nightYou might just stayYou'll lay close and I'll say"Please don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2769098/ I'm here… alone... Lonely…So lonely…Alone, alone, loneliness is pervading my lonely alonenessBeing alone is sorta like being with people except you're terribly alone. A barren desert"Hello loneliness,I didn't miss you"Nothing in the distanceJust distanceIt ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2768519/ Another collaboration with Nix. This one was my prompt but she contributed greatly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2767180/ “Good morning”Good morning?!I'm already mourning this morning! Without warning some alarm was horning and blaring and beeping, keeping me from sleeping, not caring about me reaping dreams from my slumber.While under the sheets in pure wonder of scenes that seemed so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2766522/ Nate was a slicerA real-world dicer of fleshIf you mess with the wrong peopleNate would come to see youWith his bag of painkept stained rags in there tooTo muffle the screamsAnd stifle the dreamsOf any piece of fleshTied up before himRestore them to GloryBless them with innocen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2766405/ A love poem written for an amazing woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2766036/ I don't really know what it's about, I wrote it in a haze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2764739/ Just a mundane list of stuff I need to do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2762970/ Just a light dialogue. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2762853/ My usual approach is to write on garbage, I printed out directions for a rice maker, came out to 47 pages about half of which was in Korean. There is nothing you can scrawl on the back of Korean instructions for a cheap a*s rice maker that will make it less valuable. It helps defeat that blank page .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2762249/ Meandering nonsense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2761869/ A call for Justice reform http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2761575/ "insecure" was on purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2759700/ Okay, the metaphors kind of shallow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2759403/ This is so stupid, I kind of hate my brain for doing this to me, now it's inflicted upon you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2758728/ It's actually a love poem, she knows for who it was writ. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2758706/ A collaboration with Margie (Barleygirl). I love you Margie!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2758492/ Me: "do penguins have a Jesus?..."Him: "I said 'make a pastrami with two cheeses'"Me: "But... Do you think they do?"Him: "Just make the sandwich"Me: "Not Jesus specifically, but the penguin version of a prophet"Him: "Do I think that a flightless Antarctic bird had the Almighty God send the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2758144/ The CureHave you ever had a thought? Iwannadieornot (lifegasmisumab)May be for you.(Image of two people in a field as their hands slowly drift apart)Tell your doctor if you have pre-existing conditions like Feelings Adequate blood flow Stress Or if you lose consciousness for several hours .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2585316/ It's my best shot at a Christmas offering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2554096/ It's taken many years and much effort to rack up this sort of curriculum vitae http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2489640/ This one ended up a bit darker than I intended, another Halloween offering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2488738/ I wish the toads would sing on keyI wish I didn't have to eatI wish my chosen would choose me rather than some guy named PeteI wish I had a rhino named tater totI wish I was a Ninja turtleI wish the tightness in my chest would not cause my blood to curdleI wish I didn't ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2488635/ It's brief but I don't think anyone would stand to read much more of this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2487170/ Happy Halloween http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2485849/ Thanks, It was nice pretending someone could love me for a while. Though really it is not my style to be accepted. And I much appreciate your time but understand I was rejected Feel in no way bad, the outcome was expected. And while, of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2480985/ Yes, the punctuation is on purpose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2480195/ Yeah, it was written out of a bit of frustration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2479596/ The Devil's nameCoyotes howl at moonless night,singing out Devil's name.Baying forth their pagan rite,an echoing that has no shame.They call out to the straining lightfor shadows that will have no blame.The rusty smell of long spent bloodpermeates the wide dark plane.Dark and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2479406/ One hundred and fifty three;numbers can seem so rigid.So how can it possibly beit's the sum of the cubes of its digits?Or add the factorials one through five,To much amazement you will see(Though admittedly you must strive)the sum of the products is one-five-three.And, if you decided.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2468079/ "Meadow Mae Embers" [plus a last name] was to be her name. "Mae" is a family name so forgive me the spelling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2467794/ A nod to Gilbert and Sullivan and of course much thanks to Delmar who dropped an earworm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2466942/ I meant "orgy" in the religious sense here, though invoking Bacchus certainly blurs the distinction between the definitions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2466182/ His only wordsbefore..."The loneliness"Then nothing more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2465406/ It's rough, but a touch from The Muse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2464358/ BansheeHer footsteps never make sound;voicelessly, she beckons me …ravenous silences abound,her silken robes, dropping free,reveal each curve and luscious mound.Tangled, I’ve no urge to fleeher tacitly greedy surround;for I hold her golden keyto hidden temple, most profound.Ne’er .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2464238/ "Tryin' to be human" was a line from a Kerouac poem that inspired me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2463195/ The Kiss...  Warm Southern breezes  bring distant thunders' chorus  to red sunset lips...  briefest, fleeting sun  lets evening bear witness,  as forms intertwine.  Fireflies mock faint stars,  while cloud castles edge near  slowly writhing embraces.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2462185/ I thawed out my brain todayHonestly it's hard to sayIf 8 minutes in the microwaveIt's overcooked or underdoneShouldn't have frozen it at that raveBut at the time I was quite spunEverything tastes Paisley nowBut I still know how to cowAnd the fremple spends my zipplesAll without m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2461974/ Sorry for this one, I promise I'm not a psychopath. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2461894/ The season of this life has wroughtA thousand little fragmentsFrom which I try to keenly forgeA plethora of meaningBut the hammer of my psyche brokeUpon the striking of the worldA thousand little bits remainedAnd each begat a thousand moreThere would be no creation hereBut neither .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2461511/ I read about a king todayYou've never heard his nameIt was in my dictionaryThe son of a king and begat anotherThey ruled over Troy and Athensall are long since dustIn a thousand yearsThe book will be dust tooBut the universe measures timeIn the millions and billionsAll is dust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2460876/ The first thought was just"I am"I don't know secondBut the third one really hurtA string of nonsense followedLike "what if"or "how"Blithering nonsense that finds no endThen only "make it stop"Perhaps there was some beautyFlowers and locusts and s**tShould I taste from the necta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2429737/ The most romantic poem ever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2313447/ It's a love poem, she's my muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TSUlmus/2313446/ yeah, I have a cat. 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