http://slow.writerscafe.org/rumi The original writings of author Collodi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057407 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She calls me “Ishmael,”the impassioned wailer of a dry, white season.My side cracked open, life leaks read,I am caught up on the rocky shoalsof a bad idea,somewhere between a novel obsessionand the fault line of living honestly. To wit: her salt voice streams inw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rumi/602831/ Death’s Shoe Death’s shoe taps at tworapping, rapping, oh so gentlyon the parquet floor.Could she be a Degas dancerthis hard-toed youth?her long wheaten lockstwisted into chains, bindingher stars to a red prairie sky.  Her womb was not a tomb,and not for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rumi/552449/ Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. So much stardust and weight dragged through the icy tail;dragons rising like maidenheads against the friction,hot breath and whispers raking back the ancient rockwhere dreams and existence collapse into post-mortem cries;we ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rumi/546940/ Urgency has slipped from my thumblike a sliver of yellow lightfrom a hanging bulb,or a jack-knife bladedin brown clay earth,leaving no bloody residueof what lit Reason’s shoreor gave Action its red hue. It’s all greys and blues today:muted baritone hymns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rumi/529429/