http://slow.writerscafe.org/RGJohnson The original writings of author R.G. Johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037360 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 loneliness is a disease spreading as quickly as technology can facilitate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/614249/ tangy with a hint of citrus and a pinch of dill http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/612614/ more fun than a Tech-9 with a full clip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/491876/ a deeply troubling cackle from the shadows of doubts that trims the fat from faith and the muscle from skepticism. and there's lots of explosions and full frontal nudity and talking animals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/489635/ blue with grey around the edges and dents in the fender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/489626/  I’m not insane. I’m relaxed.    from the couchI see it all sidewaysas if the universe had intended to be seen from this vantage.your exorcised demonsare knocking at my window.I tell them I only acceptrésumésin the morning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/480868/  beauty and condiments  I was sure it was a single Iris shining brazen laughter on a lonely brown field,or perhaps a twilight star burning radiantly between red sunset clouds.it could have been a butterfly in flux; yellow life on a cool fall breeze,or the glowing eye of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/470172/  politics cold cerebral hammerbold-faced nails knockknock            knock knock crucify the truth. saviors surrendershepherds run astraywaitwait       &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/467579/     I sip a shattered memory,  Wink an overcooked façade,  And speak neon cartoon bubble lies  To the junk-eyed queen of the moon.    Lavender lips squirm bony masks,  And life is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/466460/  is not poetrygoverning liquid souls by tides of reason   love wrists jeopardized by sex razors utilitarian rewards for quixotic notions   maritime kicks of zodiac versification   money-fucked social gangsters   formally pimp-tossed l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/465525/  crimson lionessshe exits the train as an orchard apple;red shoes, unscuffed, hung from smooth wind-rhythm branches.as she rolls the streets skyscrapers bow down,eyes and birds dart about and sing of her motion,sidewalks cuddle to the touch of her colorand all flowers grie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/465524/  clumsy heads bend poems and gods into stale bottled shapes.no laud given to masters or prophets, but the prostitution of their genius and the desecration of their worn tools.ballads and scriptures stumble through peppered street slurs and snazzy jingles that swell floppy drivel i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/465522/ noisy angels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RGJohnson/465520/