http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wisdomoon The original writings of author Author Wisdomoon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776211786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thoughts drift through mindset..And I think..What would it be like..To say f**k it to the normalityThat consists of everyday..I look at my sleeping seeds..And say to myself..They deserve more..Then this everyday bullshit a*s reality..I wanna throw a peace sign up..And kiss Americ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456666/ This piece is a collaboration I did with my writing partner, Che' Energies. This piece was published in a poetry and short story anthology in London. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456664/ For my husband http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456663/ To the average pimp, player or hustler, Monique Romano seems like just another chick in the Bay Area caught in the street life with nothing more going for her than the every day hustle and bustle of trying to survive the game. But, behind her green eyes lies something special, something more than st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456655/ Chapter 4....            I pulled myself together and walked toward Tyrique's car. He drove a 1970 swooped up, candy blue Chevelle and that s**t was high performance and fast as f**k. I always felt like a star riding shotgun, which was m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456449/ PrologueAs I waited at the small table situated perfectly outside of the café, my mind began to drift back to Tyrique and the times when I didn’t know if I was going to make it. It seemed almost surreal to be sitting where I was on a peaceful afternoon kissed by the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456447/ A free write for my oldest daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456445/ For my mother, Rest in Paradise Beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456442/ For my youngest daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456439/ To the average pimp, player or hustler, Monique Romano seems like just another chick in the Bay Area caught in the street life with nothing more going for her than the every day hustle and bustle of trying to survive the game. But, behind her green eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456436/ I want to study you like an ancient civilizationdraw hieroglyphics on your body with my tonguebaby I'm sprung..off the way you speak to me in languagesonly the gods can understandlike the supreme mathlets build on what today isin creationyou are the other half of my soullike anci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wisdomoon/456422/