http://slow.writerscafe.org/portmanteau The original writings of author portmanteau en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775414408 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1.That summer when I was sixMy mother took us fishing; buckets and rodsAnd a sun hat that drooped over my eyes whenIt decided to.The sea was a moving sky and the sunwas a valley of shimmer and blur.I dipped my mighty rod into aPale, glassy, cloud and waited for distinc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/portmanteau/1209960/ From one month agoDear Love,I took a stroll around the park today. The trees were stark thin and bare, loud and jagged against the white of everything else. London is shrouded in white today. I am shrouded in white today. The frost gathered on the tarmac like white moss, topped the wood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/portmanteau/1209955/ There is a woman who scrubs away a nameon her forearmskin red-raw with ferrocyanidebecause she couldn’t tell ifhe was kissing her lips or kissing her.There is a woman who keeps opening doorsbecause she can’t remember closing them.When I got home the bathroom wallwas scraw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/portmanteau/1209951/ My first short story here on writerscafe! Please comment :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/portmanteau/1193564/