http://slow.writerscafe.org/ladysphinx The original writings of author Collette en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A blind manasked me on a dateand I laughedtoday, told him"I don't speak braille"with shaking handsI smoked purple-finger tippedagoniesbittersweet on my palletbegging for coronary reliefso I swallowed somecandy-coated medicinalamphetamine.God damn,this body is suffocatingdistracted dreams deferredint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/797030/ Bukowski binge, post-Oct. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/657885/ bleh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/529504/ A little confessionalist, a little nonsense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/483220/ Love.Tonight, on the edge of a dyingfeast and the cuspof a full moon, gorged on humanity's ignorance;I am writing to let you know I am sick.I imagine:You are sleeping now,drifting in a world where failuremeans nothing more than a gruntor a twist of the abdomen:my gut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/483153/  I been alive for 22 years;old soul waiting for my shell to “catch up”waitin’ for gravityand sun spots,waiting for that circle to become aline of progression…so it does not surprise me when,you see a beastin a beauty’s body.You see…Ara.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/478246/ stream of consciousness style, reminiscing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/452440/ I walk, shoulder hunched,-the Quasi shuffleeyes, two painful slitsmoving like a pendulum.This city is alive and teemingwith a pestilencestirred up by the gentle nightbreeze. Each circle of lightcast from a street lampis a halogranting me permissionof visionand every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/450746/ Fractions,heavy barweighed through the center point ofmemories, the originalevaporateslike quiet wispsrushing off to unknown gravesand feathery silences.A whole life,fractions.50/50, torn down the middleyou will get the rightand he will get the leftand everything will b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/445672/ Sometimes, selfish actions leave baggage in unexpected places. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/442223/ Night and DayNight and DayNightDay Night.You left me with the kind of angerthat causes kids to kill kittens;methodical, poignanttheir mews are insignificantin comparison to the satisfaction.Night and DayNight and DayNightDay.You hugged me like a long-thought-deadk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/439055/ Sometimes, things are not how they seem from the outside looking in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/435003/ If you have not experienced a love as such, you have never lived. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/434945/ I guess I'm no Wendy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/433945/ An ode to victims of domestic violence...for Lisa Stebic, Stacey Peterson, Katherine Savio...and any other woman facing circumstances as such. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/413626/ I am a stranger in this skin. This form,more a universe than a figure,the gravatational pull producingcosmetic collisionsand caloric worm holeswhere I imagine food goes whenit crawls up the esophogal channel andhurls out the epiglottal chamber;when I look in the mirror I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/413620/ Just trying to understand some things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/411772/ Chronological order of injustices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/405562/ Did you ever wonder? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/405548/ Confessional-style spoken word http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/404998/ Spoken word address, for the women of the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/404946/ I cordially invite you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/403417/ An epiphany, of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/403259/ Spoken word piece dedicated to my soul mate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/403034/ A little tribute-ish to the planet....and people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/402580/ Holocaust. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/399933/ blind prophet,you were silent. those moments when aged handscrept over intimate placesand proded a babylike braille.  doctor, doctorI can't read the chart, -is this a flat line?or the curvaturesof a small virgin land in painlimping up wooden steps with splinters.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/394886/ Pickedlike a good fruit:ripe and firmunwilling to bend to my touch unlessapplied forceleaves bruises. My goddamn arms were purple for a weekand I hid them.My shame slunk underand lived for lifeless monthsuntil mother begged to bring me backfrom beyondoh, that summ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/394880/ Meh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/392490/ : absence of sound or noise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/390810/ Little zombie word play...something deeper than monsters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/389767/ I'm not talking about getting laid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ladysphinx/387244/ An elaboration on my piece, "Conversations With Pete". 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