http://slow.writerscafe.org/JoliDy The original writings of author Joli Dy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Promptsplanchettevisage in a doorwaystreets being swept along withmist rainExorciselongingdisconnected from ribbons of othersleft behindgreygrasses between stonestowering hairspecterglass-stoppered bottles and unguentsverie Marie Antoinette or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/3122517/ Living on cayenne pepperAnd unswept floors,Intentional, sectionalsOf polyester pitchesAnd microfiber stitches,Water sloppingLike unheard wishesFrom overfilled dog dishesAnd under the doors…My philosophyMore on the wingThan the mind -A hope that slouchesAnd slidesDo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/3122510/ She slips into a sacristyBetween here and thereAnd you and IWhere sadness is sacrificed,Sanitized and shelvedWithin a borrowed monstranceFor all and noneOr perhaps polite companyWhispering words to mollifyHer cry of "Atah Adonai" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2945451/ Blue heron day endsWorld dozing on my footprint"All is well," he sighs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2938724/ Only a respite,Sweet interludeWhere we can inhale hopeAnd exhale soft omissions.What's the harmSweet time-out-of-timeIn one last dreamOf who we might have been? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2930626/ My flawed eyes lifted heavenwardStray to a stain on the pew.The way home measured beneath my feetBy a legion of crunching oyster shells And my bowed head alone Must bear the accretion of spectral cries,The absurdity of bivalve dreamsCalcified and circatidalLining my driveway.I desp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2926830/ When mercy freed me from your switchblade smile,At last I wept the loss that coursed like bloodUnstaunched, to pale all grasp of truth and guile;The world so bright, I daubed my eyes with mud.Now blind, I walk my night through day and lightAnd curse the birds who sing to warm my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2924566/ Am I back there somewhereYesterday, all glue sticks and glitter,Gym class and grammar?My grandmother squinting at her fingers,Sewing smiles on ragdolls.I see a wavy girl,Through my ancient window Carrying an empty frame before her,And I will dream of her all my life.Does she carry it still,A woman i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2922744/ When in the crystal pool I first beheld You, angel sweet at rest,Oh cherub child, my heart was ever yours!That eve I spun for youMy princeling babe, a starry moonlit questA fine dream filament To bind your bonnie bed there in the west.A lavish silk of courage, song and nameMy finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2922303/ Shaped like a cross, you stood,A pantomime invitation to embraceBefore God and all that is good.Little Scarecrow Woman with a shiny face,Your savage scarves and oblique bones,Your lipstick, pearls, perfumed coiffureAnd that smile weighed down with stonesOh, grandmother, you cut quite t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2922115/ Folding my wordsInto a paper airplane,I dream of cargo holdsAlong its college-ruled bellyAnd perhaps a bomber’s bayWhere one hole-punched cornerTucks securely beneath the wings.Drag, roll, yaw, and pitch "check.It’s lift that hides under my bedWith all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2921903/ "You're only given a little spark of madness, and if you lose that, you're nothing. Note, from me to you... Don't ever lose that cause it keeps you alive" Robin Williams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2921753/ If the Earth must have an axis, why not me?I am inclined in a skyward reach, arcing back,Letting the soles of my feet extend to her core,Forged anew in the furnace of her bellyUntil my toes emerge, newly born from her polar crust.I feel the dance of the universe in vibrationA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2921542/ Upon visiting Carville, the last leprosarium in the U.S. located in Louisiana. At the time of my visit, only a handful of residents remained. It closed in 2005. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2921466/ "What makes you cry?"Asked the virgin, whiskey on her breath.I whispered, 'Loneliness when I am not alone,When I am balled into myselfWishing for the density of concreteAnd the vast desert sands.'The virgin scratched at a sore."And what is beauty?"'Still sails,' I sighed. 'The impersonal seaSplashin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2921070/ A little madness promised... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920972/ When you leaned against the doorframe,Everything about you was slightly askew,Like a felted fedora worn on a whim,A dash of panache, pulled down at the brimYou, the sublime and rakish tilt to my life.Even my photographs whisper to meThat you were a beautiful mistake,Side-eye smile, smokes rolled in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920897/ Sandalwood oilRubbed warmBetween my palms,A scent that aches my chestAs I comb fingers through my hair,Longing for yours instead.Your hair, dark and spicyLike New Orleans herself,A lady with secrets.Elegance and torn lace,Cigarettes, ink, exotic face.I see youI dream youI can damn near taste youOn t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920849/ Along the banks of riversIn early morning hoursWhen sun and moonAre sleepy neighbors yet,I have watched the fishermenCasting into the sky, their netsResembling dragonfly wingsWhere they weave silhouettesAgainst the light,A suspended, magical sigh.Water beads imbued with flightS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920678/ The last orange moments of the dayCatch rides on the backs of dragonfliesTo menace my path with their fleeting shadows.“Chirra chirra” sings the Frog KingHypnotically from the long grass stems,“Won't you rest? Won't you rest?”But the woodpecker drums in the di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920613/ I found you at the bottom of my glassIn the last drop of my well-aged despairAnd something inside of me let go.Something vital died in near silence,Just a soft clink of my ringAnd the breaking of glass...Far away from where I now stand.No cartographer could ever mapThe distances ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2920335/ A little fun for a Friday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2919968/ And the morning wears her wingsWhile I hitch and haw my way through thingsStill wearing last Thursday like a wet towelOr a tightly trussed monastic cowl,Cloistering me here with my weathered vowsWhile the wind beguiles with her wanton wiles,And I spill coffee on my day, and file my files.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2919869/ Knothole shapes shift in the panelingAs soon as she is alone again.Dustmotes shimmer in the spiderwebsThat no one else sees.She worries that the upstairs neighborIs intentionally dripping,Incessantly dripping.Her dislocated reason bends backwardLike the finger joint of a madmanPoin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2919861/ Rememberwhen breathing was reflexAnd the heart knew its own beat?A lungful of airSweet cool airSo closeI can see you breathingSo I must be doing it wrong.Maybe it's overratedMaybe it's time to sleep.Remind me to breathe tomorrowWhen your residual loveFills less of my morning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2919797/ The allure of a dream...Egret, white on the wingIn a rose quartz sky.Too much of auguryAnd auspicesOn my porch tonightWhere the Creole moonWhispers a tarot tale,Reversing a beloved cupTo pour you a drink, my love,Dipped from the River LetheThat your shade may waftTo the shore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2919697/ The scholar rolls his shoulders,Raises his creased brow past candleTo the window, that he might regard her once again,Causing the carefully curated pages to spill from his lapShe stirs. Feet firmly pressed into the earth, knees deeply bent, she balances thereOver a low fire. Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2916528/ Ndutu Yah got the shine, girl.She ask me for changeBut I need change from her.I ain't afraid of the doll's eyeLookin at me through celluloid tapeYellow tape on her forehead,A window paneOr a hidden door,I don't know no more.She got a djembe heart;Cricket say the djembe in her che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JoliDy/2916525/