http://slow.writerscafe.org/Androglossia The original writings of author Androglossia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775975460 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Do you remember?On that fateful Sunday afternoon,        running through a bulletin        with those Dr. Martensstuck on your feet since the day they caressed         that Limerick stage.Old school, young dream.The only thin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2853670/ I felt the linen with my handsSmoother than the handwoven quilt proudly flexed on the wallBut never as smooth as thebanana leaves we used to cut out for sunshadesThose handwoven images of people from the rugged lands not easy to travel over but Easy to scam out of 4Ps&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2851989/ Got Breyers in my Wedgwoodpouring scorn on mein a colder afternoon breezeThe gold fish went outcocking a snook at my faceasking for leave of absenceSaid my heart was too cold she thought it was snowing in the middle of June Or perhaps my heart wason vacation somewhere southin plain va.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2851772/ Gleaming like the night sky,Your eyes were,       reflections of full moonin my evening bath I used to hang themin my bedroom window       plunged themon my tea cupThe sud on my soakI dipped in your bubble      far too longBa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2851296/ Wrote a name on frozen windows    walked like a Hollywood star'One Americano please!' you said    they wondered who you were   puffed half a stick, tinted lips coughing youth awaylike James Dean when he thought    euphoria never ends orDid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2850571/ You said,you wanted to soak in good words    knee-deep,to clear your skin from memorieswith a soap     opera we could not help from watching So here we are,scratching each other's backYour purple nails on my skin     so unkept, friskingfor a pen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2849864/ Twelve past three.     Three past cold stickand a coffee    stained china.And a bed. And a you. A goldfish swam     in my coffee likelike how you.Used to swim in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/2849799/ Today, I painted my wall deliveranceI freed a goldfish to her oceanFor once She looked at me with dismayAnd longingor so I thought.We will both be free in the morningAnd by thenwe will no longer be mastersand slaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1902395/ She liked playing with fireBurned every one she seesAdorned her head with silver thornsAnd kerosene in her heartShe set my soul on fireAnd she burnt herself with it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1900933/ There was a dying ocean   that tugged a forest into  my soulA stark field, my soul was  crazed, begrimed,  seared  those humdrum days of yesteryear Today,   goldfish hang on Sycamores  And they smell of daffodils  in the summerAnd the stars, shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1898068/ There is a waterfall   flowing at your back,It is eager, it is red             it is wildThere is a maple leaf     resting on my lap,It is brisk, it is hot         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1898062/ I returned a storm              so eager from a long silence                 You stood there        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1898051/ a camisole     an apple casserole,dark brown sunsets swayingjust beneath my feeta mermaid's pirouette a bucketful of ocean     two midsummer sunsin butterfly strokesand a dolphin style you aremy holly-woodland star http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1782080/ you captured my fishtail   kept it in a fishbowl   oxygen deprived                - my hair shrunk    like that goldfish    adorned on your headdressi'm a mermaid swimming on the dried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1778556/ i sit here,  clamshell on my lap,  a waterfall in my mind,  a goldfish in my heart,your brown eyes behind thesemechanical paper tapes,behind every sheet of paperless letters,piercing my gut like this cabled lockstuck on my laptop.  damn that stupid not-so-blonde tresses  tap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1778485/ Your iris were sharp.They struck right into minesliced the viensat the back of my eyesmaking them nothingmore than cobwebsthey sipped down my gutstirred the acid thatlived there for a hundredyears making me spewthe things I didn't wantthem to see              .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1393315/ And the stars fell down from the heavens like disgraced angels,while the moon hid behind his clouds like a frightened child, I looked above and watched the northern light fled away and I mourned,amongst the downhearted.  And I prayed. I pled.I waited. I waited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1253592/ In your name Then I covered my faceTo escape from the truthI avoided your eyesTo forget my self worthI closed the door of my heartAnd kept all my doubtsI am but a Zealot Conspiring your deathI walked with youIn that endless roadYou spoke to meFor ViktorForgive me.For like a calm river.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1243973/ Springtime gradually made the mornings in Courtland more animated. People from all walks of life were rushing down busy sidewalks with their early morning shopping bag. Some elderly sat on nearby diners with their morning papers and cups of coffee cooling over wooden tables. Even waitresses looked g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1243831/  I crossed the ocean,to a land deserted ofwarmth, of familiaritywith padded walls and borrowed time, to hunt for birds, to settle into a warm and secure refuge,before long, with you. My love, my shelter,I will be back,and I shall once againcoil unto the foot of your mountains and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1240038/  There used tobe two people   here, she thoughtwhile everything 'roundher was   unmovingexcept for herheart.She whispered,   "move..."She went down the plight,   andsilently to the dark streetsof San Antoniowhere a cab was   waiting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1232795/  I remember,when you laid down the bramley in front of me.I wore that wicked smile you adored like a wicked sunshine  at three.Your eyes sparked,or was it the bramley? You wanted it in my mouth, you said, so I took it in.Delighted,you danced and you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1229954/  Battle-scarred.We both ride the galloperand we knew it does not end there yet you are unreasonably unyielding.We ran around in circlesfollowing the same bend,inhaling the same dirt,reaching the same end. A wish upon a star. A wish to stay. A wish to run away.But you grabbed my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1226134/  There clambered upon mebeautiful vineWhich scarlet flowers dangled upon And I thought they were kisses.The vine told me they were love.Mama said they were poison.  Then I patiently watchedAs it was interlocking my heartAnd I thought it was heartstring. And Mama watched us with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1223768/  Man of clay,I have walked with you all along,I followed your trail instead of you following mine.  Because you worry.Man of clay,why do you fearthe things unseen?The future, tha past,love, sorrow, pain?Does that mean you despise   me all the same?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1223112/ A paper planecame into my window,landed on the floor.Touching it took me years back,        when You,used to fold papers into shapes. Sometimes flowers, sometimes birds,and gave them to me  for a tea. Or a kiss.But that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1220402/ But I like solitude.I walk alone,and the stars walk with me.I grieve and the sky listens.I laugh.And the mountains chuckle.I live and the world lives with me.I am what I was made for.I am life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1219706/ Heaven cried today.  She sobbed,   I heard it.Her hiccups filled my thoughts.  I asked her, "Why?"  Said her heart's heavy,it's breaking off the case. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1216662/  A white moth rustles beneath the old wooden bench at 5 a.m.  where you used to have  morning coffee with me,while overhead is a signboard that reads 'Welcome to San Antonio!'It swings back and forth like a childhood sweetheartwaving outside my window.  How many sunrises &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1215118/  My morning coffee was too hot it  mangled my tongue like a paper pulp.Or have I sprinkled too much chili  pepper in it instead of sugar? I felt the burning liquid scalding  down my throat like a paper cut.But my chest was so empty   instead it drowned my heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1210053/  Then her transiency flutters  like a moth on a flame or her lips,  the first time she tasted strawberrysweet,  lingering,  gluttonous.Slowly as her forethought weakens and touches the gentleness  on the other side, she is to remember.   And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1203877/   The avid felt the wanton need to remiseAppetence mirthfully imbed to the gistThe sodden trackway unfurled For the prurient bacchanalist      to dance the antic hay    The enthusiast retroflexed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1195983/     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1189008/ There is something interesting   about the sound of  a newborn shouting for his   newfound freedom from a  mandatory imprisonment in the   womb of his mother.      The caterwauling of a feline   seeking for engagement.    &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1188455/   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1176850/ She oiled her golden skin She wished at the golden sunAnd dreamed of ice crystals Falling on the golden landShe took out an old photoAnd put on her pretty dressTo catch up the old steamboatHeading to the golden westShe kissed her Mama goodbyeAnd glanced at the field of riceShe was going to the A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1175388/ There you are againBaring your skinWaitinglike a classy stripperAnticipatingmy moves,my sleekest thoughtsThe peak of my flawsMy fingers are impatientRunning over your shankenraptured by your charmIntemperate Unrestrained by any rulesAnd I am a raving maniacI am deliriousMy mind in rabid thirstI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1166108/ I still remember the wide rimmed glasses of my Mamá,she used to call me "Nifty" because I was as curious as our newborn kitten, Nips and just as impossible.I can still recall her thoughtful look as she watchfully let me eat everything up to the last grain of rice on my plate before clearing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1164082/ I wandered through the ruins of Angkor WatTo find the greatest grace of mankindI mused the carvings of BorobudurTo uncover the soul of the mindSought for happiness in every grain of sandAnd bathe in the wisdom of every manYet even the highest peak of the EverestCould not see the future on the palm o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1162420/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159624/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159614/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159608/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159606/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159588/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159581/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159579/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159577/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159575/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159571/ A Short Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Androglossia/1159568/