http://slow.writerscafe.org/zdebb The original writings of author hanford zdeb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229078 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 in to the whitenessthe spaces between us,rich with a somber breath hushed not to awaken the past,we become son to child,expectant citizen dwellingby a broken cistern and  seeking his gaze to purchaseunhesitant love. christ like in resistance,loved for the blood that runsthrough us, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824780/ the logger’s axecracks the woods,brutal cold, whileyonder limb fallssnapped by the densehands of god. what god breaks,sharp irregular at edgewill stay below to growswarming life when springreleases the forestfrom the rudeblue air, to live. the man pausessmoking a cigaretteexhaled smo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824720/  Solid and unbreathing,wooden birds are stacked as firewood,and his loose hands, tired from carving,red from the harsh soap and stiff brush, cleaned and raw,will soon rest in the folded moments of a nap. their round eyes stare at him acrossthe dust and tools on the table,as he picks a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824716/ who among us is not scattered dustblowing through the forest and hills?who more important than the enameledblackened night and winded stars? where do we go in the harried minutesbetween the rising of day, the density of sleep,and working as pretenders in the garden? who are we to ask .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824579/ we step on the bare earthand have been quiet afraid our words wouldshear the historythat hides among us.under empty skybetween us and the sun,we hear history’s calls to dominion,becoming the rituals oils,bottled for the high priestand his religion.would the sword, the horror of which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824483/ staccato clop,hoof on blacktopecho up the valleythrough a morningfog, unable to dampenthe sound.carriage emergestoward me,black boxed onthe roada part of smallhistory.tack and reignsnoisy ascoins in a can.the horse's hardbreaths ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824468/ itdoesn’t matter howhard the wind blows tonightorhow low the clouds havebecome,ihave managed to be merelya spectator,examiningmy palms, like the sky'sunderside,i follow with my eyesasingle struggling crowthewind pus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824368/ the thing aboutstorms iswe never know howlong they aresupposed to last.they last as longas they have to.that might behours rollingover the plains,days falling offthe edge of mountains,a week whitingthe frozen north,months if you should visitsatur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824364/ bysmall brown buildingsIturn to seeasI drive bya beautiful brown child throw a stick at a cat.anda voice from my car radio tellsoftwo youth arrested along the interstateforthrowing a concrete block from an overpassthatkilled a Chicago man on his way to sellinsuranceto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824357/ i(the wife)i have come tothe borderto remember yourtouch.to bring to youwithin me, aplace of home.i will cross overleaving for nowthecountry wheresleeps the peoplewe'vesprung from.the river's wateris warmthe currentuncertain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824356/ kingbird attacks bird bigger than itself. red tail worrys and hides in trees overlooking river, And a deserted military base. deteriorated wing dam and pylon where barges stopped deposited war material for this chemical scarredradiation sick place. lately decommissioned, discarded,old warrior.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824348/ we smell,in the river windthe one chance to bewhat we are;lark sparrow,tom catblood wort,or fool.unsolved equationperfectly inaccurate, holy distractionfrom our real work;one foot in front of the other.heart beat started,putting up,pulling down,tasks of love. we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824344/ 1wisdom built a houseand put a table within.called me to come and eat.i placed with my boots, in the mudroom along with my wet coat, a day's fools restlessness.and sat in a chair beside her as she talked to me in a low slow voice and moved me closer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824312/ i imagine thewren and the song sparrowexchanging lyricfor our amusement.practicing forhours to get it perfect,knowing we walkhere we mighteavesdrop on a one sideddiscoursebetween stiffformal egretand casuallyanimated mallard,or imagine th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824307/ i drive as storms buildfractally above the prairie.on the radioi hear that mathematiciansare calculating order out of chaos.while mathematics create chaosout of order over head.i seekan algorithm for romance.for love song,as music is born, li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824300/ asmall gravel road i remember,goesback into the hillsstarkunder a southwestern sun,wateryvisions of deep thirstandbrown earth.iquestioned then,whatit meant to be there,astranger.iwatched men sweat cowboy sweat,brokenfence fixed,woun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2824039/ oh little sister,i would sing,if i had a voiceloud enough,of your beauty, little crookedsister river, and wash mythingsin you at midnight.in the moonlightcatfish feedin your deeppools.the fallen oakdisturbs your black waterpassing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823979/ whenwinter breaks and trees become awarewhena fine film of green settles on distant hill.whenthe once stark and gray outlinednowsmells new and moisticome home to a house of small reasoningandancient pots and pans.inyour throat is the sound i heardblu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823973/ when hills are flat,when rivers in perfect healthfreed of sediment,mingle with the groom,when the full circle of moontakes the bride,bedding the silent starsthe resilient earth,when wind marks willow,a crucifix gesture towardsa marketable sky,I pray the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823968/ give me a starta plan and a dollarsworth of courageand we can goback to loomis street.i'll watch youbreak your arm again.too young tounderstand painthinking yourcast important.we could stealapples fromthe frenchman,sneek out atnight and throw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823826/ who marked thebirch different inskin, and placed it atthis spot and this time tobe caught in the slantedrays of the sun,at the tired endof day?who brought meherelike i've beenbrought before,unprepared forthe gifts presented?what is incommon, the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823824/ i wait for the full sunwhileyou sleep.i wait with excitement as light fills thespacearound meand slowly reveals your thingsinthe room.as each is lightedi smile to imagineyourhands on themas i smile to rememberyour hands on me.P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823823/ here in a straight veined accumulator of waters, birthed by several unnamed creeks andsprings,channeled and dried,reclaimed to field, found useless,too wet for plow, allowed her freedom, though scarred,along a faint path by the unbent abandoned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823820/ tugboat enters lockgoing south to saint louispelican takes flighttrucks on highway groancrows daydream over dinnerdying in the fast lanesmall boat big riverman trying to catch dinnereagle laughs with medrive in vespers open twenty four hoursa day.wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823717/ at the end of aforested walk anna came to thespace between the hedges among the wooded paths of mourning,to rest forever beneath the pines.a place salted bytears for her, and laid outthrough seasons anna rests as autumnsleeping, always dreami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823715/ I will touch stone and turn north thisold beautiful cage,through springtime and wheat fields,towards wandering remedy.I will cut log to small tinder when theseason demands,for the falling good woman to warm her pointed hands.I will touch stone and lever days alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823714/ kneeling inmichigan's sands,it broke acrossyour knees, and leaned you forwardbraced against frantic onslaught,and knew eachending and theending beyondthem,unchangeablyfeastingon bones andbreasts,heaven turned itsblind eyestowards you,and neverconside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823681/ take nothing but shoes for your feet.no blade,no billet,no basket.look only to theskyfor direction.leave behind your stoutwalking stickbut carry,peace like fruit in abowl.seek only the source ofbreathing.be thankful for what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zdebb/2823680/