http://slow.writerscafe.org/boogerbunz The original writings of author Michelle Stinson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My sister once told me that when she was in Rome, she wanted to die.She was standing on a crowded rooftop.Under her worn and cheaply made American sneakersThe yellowed Roman stones, constructed who knows when,Bore her weight as indifferentlyAs the millions of others who stood there beforeFor reveren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/1289433/ Scattered on the table between usAre crumpled condimentsDiscarded ketchups and mustardsCasual leavings of a fatherly chatMy withered heart clasped in weary handsAdorned with the same kind of nail bedsSame face, same intellectAlien sentimentsJust a cozy chatWhere o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/975336/ It is an modern Italian sonnet translated into English so the rhyme scheme is in Italian, not the English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/974431/ If you want to have hot airBlown up your a*sStand over a heaterOr go to a poetry website. Good god,Such magnolia-skinned “artists”Who can’t bearTo look in the mirror And maybe seeA fool reflectedIn the glassOr on the pag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/974333/ Proper NounFlighted animalRather, a bird.Or perhaps an adjectiveRed in plumageStill mainly a noun,But to males only.Red, too, are the males who arePrinces of the churchSecond only to the pope.Denoted both a color and a bird and a prince,Little known is the cloak ofA Scarlett .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/974012/ This rheumatism is a clueless chasm Into which I’ve strayed -A broken doll left from the fallOn a slippery slope of womanly devotion.It captured my spirit as his c**k drove the point home.What was stolen on a waterbed has become my watershedMy moment in time caught unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/973849/ The ghostly little crabs That live at the edge of the seaTunnel down and downFleeing the dusty air and brilliant sunFor the swampy depths below the surfaceAnd come up for air only at night, Rising from dark to darkTo bathe anew in the oily waterlineCome rushing, rushing freshly salte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/973699/ Three boys stumble on a homeless woman's den in the woods and decide to destroy it to chase her away, but she catches them before they can all get away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/972798/ A smiling face, a glinting eye Dancing just out of focusSlightly left of centerPast the happy visage of loved ones;A grinning fool caught frozenIn the periphery of memory;Strangers who follow homeWho bed down and sleep among.Should you ever doubt Proof of existence, knowWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/972794/ There is a wondrously slippery qualityOf the world in which we live. So solidSo looseOur bodies, so firm in their realitiesTheir tissues and fibers and musclesAll so very real, so corporeal.Yet each partVibrating in miniature universesOf atomic galaxiesShiftin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boogerbunz/972789/