http://slow.writerscafe.org/sheaeugene The original writings of author Shea Eugene en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206170 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I made a confessionit took some doingI shaped it just soas though I had honest handsand painful yearsof mastery in the craft of itI planed its nether edgeand inlaid its surface facing cornerI padded its shadows with velvetthen I ripped it back outsee there some soft str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/939282/ My back against marble Son House in my ears January ground seeping into the seat of my jeansI am elated to have this preview to finger-read old words in the dark to find my name spelled in stone with all the wrong lettersI am alone and wandering unafraid whatever spirits may roam here I am drunk eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/937574/ Of all the things I have ever wanted to beof all the roles I would step intoand of all the masks I would wearand of all the paths I would wanderand of all the bells I would ringand of all the songs I would writeof all the identities which I would dontoday I would bean invitation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/918374/ All the proof I will ever need      proof for or proof againstwill be found where I look for itSee I see with eyes forged with desire      and the colors they will allow      and the colors they will emitare under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/895051/ Well he wasn’t exactly raving but I always assume the adjective when someone can speak non-stop on political corruption and secret societies and government devised schemes to control the population through drugs and 7 years of antichrist with RFID chips embedded in our skull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/895028/ This dust is a well-polished accuser against meIf I lived in the wind I might have less to show but more of a story to telllike a carved mountain, that which creates my scars should be powerful and real - I wish it were real - but I fear it is but weak shadowy sketchesWhat I nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/895021/ I was compelled to this pageBut once it was no longer emptySomething was lostIt was SomethingSomething of an altarA presence of what will be yet is notA shadowA teasingA moment of wonderA calling for life to arriveFashion it of AcaciaA cubit highTwo cubits square.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sheaeugene/895020/