http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kirby The original writings of author Wolf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069072 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Heard the hoofrans scourge automatonsSpelunking for splurge in ocular excitationTiers of cumulated aeons by cloudy blueHere in one wall goon wide flex worked blueOh brother, mother, hit slap the radical inRemember me now; now and againThe windy ascension blushes us violaceousAll anarchists collect v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/962431/ my unkempt functionality waneswants to be up and achieving but the night rolls instars under my skin, itchIf I turn myself inside out, I will show you the multiversestellar parallax allures you away, awaytwo lovers one whocares laying in the brisk chill black suntonightI am out of the reach of even .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/960773/ Remember forget, remember forgetdreams rediscovered reign as assetsredundant production becomes a healing forceshooting stars back to inspiration once uncoerced http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/960767/ the sailor’s wife--a flaxen doxybetrothed the sea’s in search of proxyfor view she walked the plank with flarehe pushed, she grabbed--a ghastly pair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/960765/ Passion does not wait to be put to use.It fluctuates.  It is moment to moment.A lust to morph, contort and createin external reflection we are awake.Reinvent, yet respect the mold.Paint the streets of Earth Gold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/960764/ Pallor is a postbellum relic or desert gashes.Too long; lycosidae bunk in thick lashes.Keep me shut up as a gluttonous artifact.Garbed in shawls like drywall derelict.Idolatry discolors.  The nails now nubs.Amnesia to the future, who I ever waswill sleep until she can swim in her hair.Ephemeral.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/960759/ In emerald froth near magician’s coveOur azul freedom, jump to swim and rove    Crawling through the rock gap frame of door            The underwater train washes sound on shore       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/951847/ her pupils eat her eyes and swallow the sound of wavesin the yard on a rainy day theyrouge her cheeks meekinfluenced by rushing fistscovered as a pavement kiss whenthere is no money for milk andgrocery stores cuss dirty as thestockroom toilet crevice as the unsterilized room where her thighscried li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/745335/ children dreamof magical landswhere fragile fairies siton the tips of their hands hiding behindboundless bright green hillsan arc of lightvibrant colors spillvines climb the wallsof an enchanted castlewith a simple calla fairy godmother appearsgrantin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kirby/444947/