http://slow.writerscafe.org/MichaelBourne The original writings of author michaelbourne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776270974 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thereis no more coming to,Frayed seams of time passing throughthe corset some grandmother knit for you.The littles blossom as they do.lips unfurl unto a breathof the hanging hag, spewing winds of spoiled flowersand murdered stags. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelBourne/1376796/ Imagine cigarettes and STD's and missed learning experiences.because this voice says to, it is my flickering page.My fleeting moment of depserate callsfor attention. No cryptic words ofpretentious Intelligence. I'm a straight shooter with a lazy eye.I keep my pinky to the skyin b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelBourne/1375980/ Andas the red sun played out the final toils of its day  Beauty came to me at Twilight. And as the last fiery lash of light began to wane the rumble of the Nightman’s horse cameto quake the soul. And in that moment where day makes it last desperate stand in the blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelBourne/1296270/ Random bit about the teens that lurk around T stations growing up in Boston http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelBourne/1296261/