http://slow.writerscafe.org/albee The original writings of author albee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A dying voice within me, is reaching out for something, I can hold onto, in the white capped illusion of this sea of infinity, we all float. Love attachment on to other, has always inspired my desires, my craving for life, joy, love, and belonging, feeling the sublime experience of embodime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2873041/ Musings of a life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2872405/ Memories of a life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2870270/ Effluvia of the Heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2870066/ Ode to Gertrude At times in my life when I lived alone I would work the holidays. Little engagement with the cheer. Visited Hamlet for my gifts. Immeasurable tools to tweak the Behind. I see now, unconscious to me at the times, I would frequent Elsinore, at years end, a pattern. I am empathi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2797326/ I use to love numbers. It was a life time ago. It was only the first six. Seven stopped me by its prime oddness. I never counted zero, it felt too dark, like the black robbed teachers. One was the new baby, easy to put in the others’ arms. Two was the sweet little sister, always amiable to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2796963/ Hamlet said: “Oh god, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space�"were it not that I have bad dreams.”  Usually nightmares come from the nutshell to disrupt our outer reality.  But Hamlet’s nightmares come from the outside to i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2796205/ My memories have scattering incidences, emotional intensities, breath snatching trauma wrapped with pain. There are singularities scattered over my memory retention field, over my time space. Deep adrenaline seared Nuts vortex up into whirlpools of my consciousness. I could never see the source ,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2794499/ What is memory? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2794379/ There was a book back in the day, “The Feminine Mystique.”  I didn’t read it but I see the Feminine Mystique in Shakespeare’s Pericles.  It is a bawdy tale with pirates, greed, and rape.  It was a time when fertile female was seen as resource for personal needs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2790670/ Let us all raise our voices and libations to an autumnal ululation. It is the time of the harvest and hunter’s moons, when the barley fields need to be danced upon with clogged heels singing to the mother of all mothers, Mother Nature. It is a time to give thanks for the grain and protein that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2789601/ Friend, I'm afraid is a rapidly changing word.  Conceptually I consume and celebrate the word.  My heart has fresh green roots seeking other trees to hold onto.  My core contracts to embrace the word. But i ponder how to build a ship with just words...words...words...void of visage.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2787604/ Tantra has many definitions, perceptions and practices…To me it means attention to the phenomena of beingsentient sapient in my own skin. I have a memory of urinating as a child, sitting on the rim, and relaxing to an exquisite point where sensations all around my bag of skin shivered to stan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2784602/ It is the prime directive, like eat survive reproduce. Next to breathing. It is the reach from the belly to find a hold, an anchor, a golden trust in being alive. It is mysterious. Compelled to reach for a mystique, a cumulus cloud of mythos, scattered with metaphors and rainbows in the mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2784407/ the sum total...all the habits of body emotion thoughts = Habitus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2784332/ I took a sound bath, thinking of a forest bath.It tickled my breath into sneezing memories. Memories of my breath blowing over time,singing joyously in circles with fire, sobbing in despair, voicing intimacy, fire breath of anger, running up a mountain with lover, to make howls a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2783856/ a rainbow of stages, sensations, structure, qualities, personality, spirit... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2759626/ just some sad tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2489042/ Who are you…Who are you who came knocking in the dusk?I see black. Are you a raven come knocking? No.The space you take does not equalize. Your cap, is it red like the sunset distance?Or sitting firm on a worm’s eye viewor is it a spring of moisture, dirt, and red landscapethat col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2488739/ more raw meat poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2488428/ Orange is the sweet icing of lifeWhere whey, sweat, blood and nervesExplode into golden novaBronzed fired with pastel blues,  a rising childFrom orbs and lobes above and belowspread winged and fly like kites fluffed in the sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2487452/ We rode storms, under starsIn mountain meadows bubble wrappedOn top self bunk bed quaking the roomBut it was the tropical palapa bedRiding a flashing memorable stormWe rode and hour or more, we harvestedAt the last lightening bolt We rode stormsYour high inside fast ballThe va.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2480011/ Ive danced many an amusement hallwith their drinks and teasbut I've never danced a dance as thispulling with such sweaty easehidden points of my lifeinto eruptions as theseI can honestly say I'm discoveringa love like l've never seen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2480004/ In the beginning there was Logos…the let there be light big bang…mysterious energy and substance…ever expanding through the Infinite…into the Divine…into the heart-mind of seers…mystics…prophets…the Mythos…all pointing in the same direct.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479875/ …to expostulateWhat majesty should be, what duty is, what day is day, night night, and time is time; therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,I will be brief…” Polonius“Hope” is the thing with feathers&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479808/ musings while watching a smokey red harvest moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479744/ rapprochement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479424/  what is itwhat is this that I am compelled  to alway visitwhat is this that I desire?pushing pulsing  turbulent crashing flushing shuttering to all my tips... what is itthis four hearted chamber? clustered with dried weeds, mortarlove, folly and painan ancient nas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479234/ my theology http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2479193/ a work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2473968/ a mystical poem by a goddess dead poet...Emily Dickson I love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2470989/ disclaimer: I plagiarize Shakespear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/albee/2469455/