http://slow.writerscafe.org/roadhousepress The original writings of author RHP en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096755 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      The Barleycorn Files: John Barleycorn Takes a Wife By MarySusan Williams-Migneault © 2007/Revised 2008Disclaimer: This is fiction.  The characters, the events are hypothetical and have no connection to real people or situations, although many might iden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/224105/ "The beat goes on .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/224100/ Through the looking glass ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/224099/ On Freedom and Wax Musuems by MarySusan Williams-Migneault© 2008 A Post by RHP In a forum for Poets, a writer posted a poem that was a belligerent and bellicose rant, lots of F-U’s in each line, about the guidelines of the particular post requirements. Now the forum by nature.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/208748/ autobiographical memoir-poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203465/       shatteredcracked/reflection     in the mirror          of someone                who looks       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203306/ Oh, Lilac, never should I want to fill A crystal vase with your barely purple petals Or sweeten the staleness of winter’s passing With your elusive fragile fragrance. No, Lilac, never should I awaken The sting of your sharp green switches, Brandishing scarlet lines into tend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203297/  Beloved country, turn your eyes - Medusa has buried you in her bosom.  Her golden locks in a serpents trance Sears her beauty within your heart Daring all to mount their steeds And do what Perseus could not … Chthonic nymph of earth’s rebound Arose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203255/ I did not know I had forgotten love buried long agoyet there you were to remind me - lips barely touching the singe �" the burn wrapped in a shiver lightening fast straight to toes leaving a tremble skin pressing skin gravity slippingno parachute to o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203223/ Autobiographical poetic memoir of my mother who passed away December 27, 1977. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203137/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/203069/ Fine dining has its merits, surely waiting was not one. Perfectly seeded rectangles with green-speckled cheese barely passed as hors d’oeuvres to hush my hunger’s howl. For me, the table was too big �" The salad much too small. Across .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/189172/ cracked leather sleeves broken zipper politically-patched jacket faded Harley t-shirt road-imprinted soles on black steel-toe’ d boots sand and gravel trails -tracked across the floor chained tri-fold hanging off your a*s as you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/roadhousepress/189160/