http://slow.writerscafe.org/Conrad02 The original writings of author FoReHeAd IMprEgNaBle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776331898 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hang glidershang, suspended yet glidetraverse measurable distanceneither better or worsegreater or less only motion  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1266098/ something, mainly a ramble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1257516/ I went for a late night walk at 4 AMLightning bugs resembled the patterns of stars above So I, knelt on the edge of a bridge, lit the orange end of acigarette To join in on the fluorescent choir;All sustained by the sound of the river, flowing Below.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1191960/ short excerpt from a spoken poem i created impersonating the reading style of kerouac driving around in my car in the country at 5 am. it's funny how you can edit yourself even when you have no pen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1188936/ I hadn’t wrote a poem in so long That by the time I did, I thought That writing a poem was an act of insanity Who leaves their chair these days? To actually attemptTo come up with a solution for this mindIt surely only causes more trouble False hopesSee the mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1173373/ ya poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1173368/ This mindFar and distant Quiet like the eyes of the cricketPeering through the thicket Soars across the neighborhoodOnce showered with teepeesand torch lightsNot street lights. To a time when whiskey ridden antics were intercepted by the winds of a people&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1148205/ wrote this little diddy at work the other day, enjoi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/1120242/ The instinctive spirit often goes unrecognized much like a chatter-box child who runs and weavesat the feet of giants and whose blabbering gains no entryinto the seriousness of serious-talkers’ talk,a highly evolved, systematic exchange of speech which allowsno outside in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/825614/ This one trulylived a beautiful lifeJust        her         eyes,Vaults of celestial sky The bright cerulean iris, bearing God’s geneticsHer skeleton ornamented in baggy wooland sacred piercings  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/809908/ For god sake,someone give this kid some pills! And that rain on gray Sunday afternoon followed not by warm pews and scented old woman whois as sweet as the damp air and goes down just as wellmakes one feel good and replenished rain, ahfinally a shower, I haven’t m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/799882/ In dark cornersand secret alleywayssomewhere in Asiathere are Kung-Fu mastersof cognitive karatePowchoptime to its purestand now we have found 11D glassesthat should have been, but Adam fed to his snakeso that we now just sex and perpetuationchildhood bottle rocketsshooting out starswhite washed sky.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/792425/ if it gets burntflip it overthere's food everywhere and nobody likes the smellof burnt foodthat lingersin nostrilsdistastefultake a night off sleepand let subconscious mind emergea night of psychosis is helpfulevery now and thentoo much sleep and you'll drown in your dreamstake the night off and wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/792218/ Clarityenvironmentalabsorptionguidedby  cognitive directionfirst squeeze tight hammer then aimtogether thought becomes feltin actiona clean splintering of wood to unifyfist and mind punchnow saves silly thumbsfrom the pinch, blood clot.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/792217/ All I do all dayis sitoutside and smokecigarettesI try to stop thinking burn a hole in the cellophanefilm around my mind and the eyes do suggest a spiritual realmtwo splashes of dark green mystery manifest aesthetics…a waterfallcutting rocks to their ancient primeabu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791379/ Jail can be fun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791378/ To rub a smooth stone between fingersFingers on tabletops twitch impulsively as if tugged by invisible chords don’t you know that musicians are puppet masters? who pluck the chord and jerk wooden bonesthat slowly fumble out of their chairs, spilling drinksthe awkward clank of baby .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791377/ car ride to michigan for cousins wedding if you really must know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791376/ i did some editing for once....ooooo fancy words taste good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791375/ We would all die without art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791374/ I see a naked womanwith a baseball batshe walks into the storebeats the clerk upside thehead fora pack of cigarettesshe smokes oneburns the resti feel annoyedi would've smoked thoseanyways i follow her aroundthrough the back dark maze of alleywaysand dumpster paradisesthat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791373/ A dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791371/ "thats how poetry works. our brains are already configured with words anyways. its about creative ways to extrapolate them." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791369/ Beer and headphones go along way at 6 am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791367/ Victor Hugo jump cut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conrad02/791365/