http://slow.writerscafe.org/GarrettL The original writings of author Garrett Leatherman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Madness is rare in individuals--but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule" - Nietzsche http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2762247/ Candyland at night--what a sight to behold!If you’re there by day, you must see it atnightAs all the gold and silver-smitten soulsToll the bells that tell of a hell untold. During the day all is dandy and wellIn this grand land of candy--the saccharinestreets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2762052/ The sky is blue and so is the ocean.However, it’s just a notion.  I miss the days when the sky was surely azureAnd when the sea was a sapphire pasture.  Oh, yes, I miss the days, I miss the days! The sky is blue and so is the sea,But it’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761714/ I remember! I do remember that cloud in the sky that day,the one that got dismembered and cried till it passed away.I truly remember!  I really do remember that cloud that turned pink from the gushing blood rushing out and, in a blink,red and white making pink! &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761713/ One of you says this, The other that,But in the middle is where it’s at.  One claims knowledge,The other disclaims it,But the middle holds wisdom in it. One fears the other,And the other hates the one,Yet each thinks they understand the other o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761710/ Black is attacked by the flame ofevery color.It’s charred, it’s scarred, yet notmade any duller,Even though it’s not a color--it’s atone!  Black is a tone because it sings,Rather it violently moans from the stingsOf every color that reach .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761709/ Anguish is a chime that sings in thewind of bliss. Its song is purple and swirls incircles and wisps. Purple anguish is in the air. Thus it occurs that anguish detersall the glee As swiftly as the wind sets thechime’s music free. Yet the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761708/ Bronze says:I was almost gold.Now I’m just old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761707/ Silver says:Gold was supposed to be the mean But now it outshines its own sheen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761706/ Gold says:Better to have excess in moderationThan moderation in excess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761705/ Little red jewels my skin bejewel.                              It was only reasonable, you see--         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761704/ A feeling so bright, so white,It doesn’t even feel right--Such is the plight.  A colorless shade so plainYet so damn ready to stain It should be maimed.  A blank so corrupt in hueThat the only thing it’s dueIs a gun wound.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761703/ Please note to separate the poet from the speaker here! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761702/ Yellow is the color of the flame that burns the flesh of my fellow.Yellow is a fellowly color, a color that feels like a friendlyfellow.Yellow is bright like the sun, the tons of cosmic dust pressed intoone,Pushing against itself for fun until its exhausted its run.  Yel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761701/ This is an ode to rhymes,rhymes that rhyme in the nick of timeand tickle your soul so it can feel a little whole again.But rhymes must make amendsto the words around them--ask them to bend and hemso they frame the chimes of the rhymes.So the words, you see, they intertwin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761700/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GarrettL/2761698/