http://slow.writerscafe.org/LunaTiqueFringe The original writings of author Luna Tique Fringe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017918 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A collection of vignettes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/390313/ hard times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/390307/ inspired by sculpter Joseph Cornell's assemblege art, particulary Cockatoo with Corks http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/cornell/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/388700/  In the florescent glow,I was given a sign~ NO ATTENDANT ON DUTYDO NOT OVERLOAD THE MACHINES Between cycles and Turkish cigarettes,I meditated on the parallels of laundry and life       http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/387150/ a collection of vignettes, individually titled http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/385211/  stranded on a montana highway out-of-gasbut not out-of-time, we spent the time we had saved from squeezing minutes out of days, in a leg-splay, a*s pumpmad hump on the hood of an 88 i saw an eagle catch a thermalin an orange sunshine skyi leaped into its body like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/385205/ i smoke curls through my head like pick-pocketsslither through the souqbells jangle, drivers shout    balak! balak!their donkey carts clatter herky-jerky down tight allieshordes of childrenscrap and scavengemerchants hawk, tourists hagglein wild living m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/385194/ a letter to the girl i once was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/383366/  his face was screwed into a grimaceand he was breathing like a fat man lugging a keg up three flights she watched a vein throb in his neck,started thinking how close he looked to death she prayed to jesus not to let him pop off and dieit was just about then he did, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/383362/ It's not a tribute poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/383128/  karmic caninescopulate and spewdog-mas in double spirals cosmic forces gather,  converge and convulseinject the stuff of starsinto the churning womb which with a retching heaveexpels a new universe we are echos, reverberating through time, a dual.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/383125/  singing winds, crying beaststhe curve of your bottom lipcaught between my teeth,against my thigh, your promise...southern vistarising hills, rocky peaksgive way to golden plainsouthward~to the steamy deltawhere it's said,men have disappeared...breakfast in bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/382704/   what would i have done she wants to know, but she doesn't care how i answer, as long as it's    you did the right thing,     i would have done the same, or        you fucked up, you stupid b***h, but &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/382642/ Morning RitualMoments of quiet reflectionholding on to the last sweet dreaminevitably it evaporates like steam from the cupi stir the little cauldron clockwisetap the rim lightly with silver spoonbanishing night's cobwebs,conjuring images of the dayi breathe the steamenjoying t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunaTiqueFringe/382628/