http://slow.writerscafe.org/atlasriver The original writings of author jaye river en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011731 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 you told me you had a dream in whichyou crawled through the vents of a house you were much too big for,you look worn under the fluorescent light,etched in gray, your foreign face casts long shadows at all hours of the daycovering each and every hallon the floor and the entire wall,i felt b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2899469/ like a breath, like a wraith over waterin your hands, my bloody lamb’s slaughterthey lead me down the River Styx to take her to dieyou will fall like a star and i will lay where you lietracing fingertips over open palmgently brush against the surface of waters calmyou will live forever like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2897437/ how nostalgic the spring rainstill wets the leaves of grass all the samefifteen years passed and now i seethe soil nourishes from underneath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2893643/ departed rulers and empires long gone,beaten black dogs gnashing their teeth like waves battering against the shorea princess in a palanquin, resolved and resigned, dark lines on her eyesconfine a salt water sea dissolvedoil lamps and moonlight, buzzing flies and jasmine flower white -lining pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2873405/ sentimental injury, moon-bather, eternal laurel leaves atop my messy hair, crowning meto kill and to love - two things you can do with bare hands unconditionally,like an arrow it struck mei have so much to tell youand i don’t know what to say, so i just write poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2872118/ i. proserpineyou can change your life with a single seed,or maybe a handful, but not even your hands can carry my grief,red sticky sweet, twisted wrist and a glintof something, don’t look back oryou’ll lose what you seewater still and deep, the choiring ofswans, gathering hyacinth a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2867035/ i still remember what you said when iasked you what your own heaven would be,48 degrees, with mango trees -it’s quiet, not loud, a soft warm breeze.i hope you find it before we both die.you can write me a letter from there,a postcard so unawareof two people who once laid bare.because it’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866989/ our old house with the small peach treethat grew alongside my bedroom window,the fruit was sweet and the branch hung low.we moved out after winter of 2009,goodbye splintery wood that framed the doors,and flat cut-up carpet on the basement floor.what good can come out of this?yellow seeds and pink ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866665/ pulling strings between fingers,i feel the weight of my limbs as i move,i’ll break skin on shattered glass, i’m a real girland i bleed like one, tooblack sparrow, pierce my palm, i feel itlike an arrow, you don’t know how deep the roots go till they’re ripped outi t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866662/ i want to hurt like pretty girls, it’sthe god awful truth, ashamed to admitto something so ugly and unfiti want to be worthy of the hurt, i want to be wanted even when the want turns into something violentat least, i’ll be worth more than nothing, feeling someone’s touch,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866519/ suck me up, lemon sweetsour in your mouth, licking saltoff the rim of the glass, beat poetrydouble manhattan, bitter taste beatsbrooklyn in the rain, waiting for the trainslipping on tile running to the stationi swiped my card but you jumped the turnstileto keep up with your reputationtwo parts whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866373/ all flesh is grass, red - the fire, and black, the ashwhite phosphorus clouds coveringa glimmering light, holy ground andancient walls, a crucible of blood lusttime, circular - sin in broad daylight,i live to see corporations funding genocide we, the people, turning a blind eye,individual under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2866335/ cult leader, enigmaticturner of tricks, licking whiskeyoff my wrist, pragmatic beatnik,hypocritical pastor, i’ll drinkwhat you drink, i’ll thinkwhat you think, wear velvet and smoke parliaments,whatever you need, i’ll give,because you fill a void i can'tget rid of, i can’t do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2865546/ the foxgloves hang from their stems like bells,heavy from a summer’s raini look at you and feel the orchestra swell,and hear my heartbeat patter against the window pane  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2865273/ warm lilac water,dew kissing the tips of blades of grassi wrapped my arms around her warm body and breathed inthe soft light of the sunshe will reveal me soon enough,but for now i am standing where the mist hangs lowamong the willow treeswarm lilac water,dew kissing the tips of blades of grasswhy di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2865271/ you can hurt me all you want but, after, will you treat me, treat me really nicely?tied up the swan with silk ribbons, wrapped around her throat tightly. torture me, torture me nicely,i’ll smile and they’ll like itwith you i become who i am, i take all you give me and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2865023/ i witness a life, the one i’m meant to own,to belong, to being, i watch it like it’s not minei walk new york, hi-hat sizzling heat in the sun,i wish i were free, birds flutter,wind chime, church bell clusteri watch them do everything right i got wrong,a broken trick, lonesome drip,l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864894/ over ten years ago, still,the emptiness you left in me feels so heavyand when i cry, i look in the mirror to try to catch myself faking it, i watch myself cry to make sure it’s real,wet cheeks and red eyessomething sits in my rib cage, antimatter,i’ll take a crowbar and pry it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864822/ bloody is the deer that hit the windshield,seconds before, it’s watery black eyes shined in the light,innocent and gentle with soft brown fur and speckled white,to think it once explored the wood and grazed the field.broken is the bones of the deer that slid onto the ground,i picked it up like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864275/ i planned on sending postcardsfrom places i’ve never beento people who don’t know me anymore,do you ever open the drawerof a nightstand in a hotelto check if the Bible is still there?sometimes i wash clothes that i never get to wear.i let you give all your pain to me, i keep it safe for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864274/ you like to push your limits with me,just to see how far i’d let you go. and nowyou are looking down at me from the balcony,i am splayed out on the ground below.you look beautiful from here, even thoughthe street lamps make everything look dull.my ears are ringing, i think thishas finally take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864270/ no matter where i stood,i could see the ocean on all sides of me,clear blue and teal glistening in the light,seafoam and seaweed and some broken glass.we walked down the sidewalks lined with Jamaican caper.it was hotter in key west, we were closer to the sun.you lost yourself again, but at least the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864268/ i know what i’m feeling, and it hurts.it’s thirty three degrees, the freezing air stings our facesand cracked skin, sinking deep into our limbs.ice and snow rolling whiteouts in the city like a fog,i can see my own breath.six missed calls,you told me to ignore her, so i did.i was driven .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864267/ when you bleed your wounds out and your skin goes cold,i still can’t help but lay you down and kiss your eyelids closed.i’ll wear black, i’ll wear black and a cross around my neck,they nailed your wrists and whipped your back.and when you hurt me, i just try to understand, &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/atlasriver/2864264/