http://slow.writerscafe.org/Japhy The original writings of author Layley Lu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    when your message came late last night floating on small boats which bobbedwithperfectly brown accents of s**ti was a kite tied high on the masts and flailed in fits of twisted laughterwhipping the hourpast my bed. the place i seen youswimming for... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1139775/    sky whiffles sun into a party ofonion flowers                             http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1134411/ enter December 7. 1941 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1133482/    this tofu moon this paulownia zaruthis freckled ubiquitycastawayin your face waitfor me?iam raking feathersfrommy pillowindreams ofnearinginto you            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1133391/    theycall it tenkara linemycrown blackmagnetite  ilearned thirty waystotie a death knotwithtenkara line ifonly this spinal cord would breakgroovy,trench runnerthatit is icould kick and not fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1132139/ a picture of autumn at my university. (or analogy) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1131679/   I made my finger fly for the lies I told not, butbelieved. Mistake. I can.We mean it.You love me. Bakuto propulsion jauntsthrough black jack oyabun.Higher education. High rise of low places.My grip is better now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1131374/ Kiyoko Matsumoto was attracted to her friend and threw herself into a volcano http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1130595/        Aftera requisite breakfast of sound bites and quotawenod “uh-huh” to the mannequin within,rinsemouth with newest zero-alcohol blitz,preenpersona; perhaps L’OrealParis, or MaybellineNew York... I like ‘Exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1128218/                                                asphalt &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1127683/         There’s a wind where comes myAustralian boythrough the barleyin this place, foreign upon foreignface of mine squinting throughdust that is not mine.  I am a fetish and he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1126573/     Ignoremeand richness is mine   I makeoficea feather bed  Idancetodeathin drifts of snow  Withoutafalse word said  Iglid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1122356/               bycompassion pondfingering thewaters       whennews of your dying        stomps down       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1119717/   There is Layley Luhung on the wall by the back of her coateffigy stuffed with strawengulfing smoke ringsand wearing smoke rings on fingers that link the chainson flimsy wrists and husky throatand limpid, puny ankles baredripping tears of chaff&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1118989/    Street litter whipped up and caught on afenceWhere black dogs curdled the frigid dawn.Wrecking my nerves beyond recompenseI saw the light breaking on sweet-bitter lips of oaths vowed in salt and love.  A fisherwoman far out the ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Japhy/1118614/