http://slow.writerscafe.org/bogieface The original writings of author Debbie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066045 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 its been awhile since I just allowed words to spill out like this with no correction; so rather than a poem, I'd say this is more creative junk in the works still... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/1122206/  Geist ComposureIs union with all that strugglesAction, consistencyNot underlined ethicsNot proselytized intellectualizationHum, blend, shift the withinI am riding this beastWith long breathingElevating my seven altarsMy lidded self peeking out awareAs my mystic c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/310645/  How to buy a dictionary I am motorboatingIn deep greenSummarizedI have learntCan controlWith no ergonomics in mindI shallGive you my finestTag, break it down to some kindaLingoSwallow, then sip, say something silentSshhh- I have a forked tongueFor me, the bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/310643/  Once I was rocked in your embrace….but tonight I am only lonely…. And so thenI will write like a tragedianMy glass full to the brimI raise it to you, my carved, craven brothersMy winged, wishful sistersAll gargoyles uniteGather yourselves up over the stony .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/310642/  Post Modern I am in a fine mettle tonightFoot against the brakeAs expectedJammed tight, full of color, high volume, sound precise,I ringI am reverberationThinkBefore you come closeRipples move far from the sourceThe evening water is clueless as to its depthsTread.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/310641/  Today there aren’t twenty four hoursThere aren’t sixty minutesAnd you and IAre bleedingAll basically wet, foggy in our egosLaying over the horizon togetherParting the atmosphereCreating the cloudsWith newUnionsMy breath with my body, movement defined precisely.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/310639/  The gates are shutting downThe ones that let the water runTrickle, slip, wet my lips, slosh inWords that shouldn’t have swirled, sweated, saturatedAll this dried up spaceI want to burn the sky upMake it fill up with ashI want to turn the world upAnd look up under its dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285830/  Sugar ghost Hold me like you would climb a mountainThe deep commitment long before the pack is shoulderedAnd the movement upward treks inside your muscles, overtiredtells you to lay down amid clover to simply forgetInstead feel this as an offering- someIncan sacrificial pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285142/  Contact paper You only wanted to line a shelfTo put upGlassesPerhaps of peaches this year,And nextA crop ofChancesBroken glassTake out the broom againWipe down the countersSeal off the things that might have beenIf only there hadn’t yet beenAny contact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285118/  Between It could beThat I am actually stupidNot capable of urbanizingI have too many bits of coloredCloth in the closetSettling inWaiting to be needledI dreamAnd it always draws a settingFrom a countryside landscapeA place where my breathingIs less managedAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285110/  What was the point of that secondThe one that simply blared pastAs if on a skateboardA child with a spray canLooking for a tagAnd then it collectedA gang bang, bar fly, bandit Bandera,Shifty-eyed-sheared-off sixty of themWe sayIt was only a minuteAnd they tooAre pack ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285107/  Sapling heart you are too greenLay your hand here where the electric purges itselflet my ancient neutrality ginger your innocenceSin is not a concept but a blendInhale it, breathe it out againYou can barely help yourself stuffed inside this bubbleLike vended organisms prostituted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/285066/ Reference is to Artemisia I ruler of Halicarnassus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284670/  Yesterday’s mouth is still openBird waiting for a wormAll aberrations forgotten and made nearly normalBy one gene moreThe chill creeps along the bottom curtainThief looking for an openingAlready her bones throw off a yellow lightToo little are the impact of words, well in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284666/ * a reference to the Japanese fable of Momotaro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284663/ *Sataplia is a small cave in Georgia known for its numerous fossilized dinosaur footprints -poem reflects my interest in Tamar of Georgia, who was then later canonized�she seems to have been a very interesting person, but from the cold impersonal bits of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284660/  Note before reading:Endpapers  bookmakingAfter Chinese had invented paper, it was used in Samarqand in 750 A.D. In Baghdad, paper started to be produced in sufficient volume in10th century A.DThe paints used in all decorations were taken from various mineral pigments like minium (.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284657/  Hemlock the new year perches against the edge of wintertentative, I write with resolutions only penciled  while another speaksunsure of which sentence could broker my next existence or will this one, be the limit of my stretching the point where my body’s reso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284366/  December mouths the spellsEnchants the trees to lie down against the horizonLong and lean, suddenly freed of their greeneryThey spin stories and endless fables with their sculptured bodiesAgainst the sky’s emptied heartIt sings to the lake until it is lulled and gleamingIcy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284364/  I know lonelinessIt has curled up against me with it vapid breath, cold body gleaming, all bonesI have fed it bits ofSorrow, happy endings, the beginnings of prayersAnd it has stayed here, a lost dog faithful to the one who feeds itGrowing fatI have offered it walks where the lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284363/  Waiting TameI satWith the daylight rolling over meAnd the evening coming same as usualLike a samurai swordInside a standWaiting to be usedFor that cutting awayAt the place where the hour loses its frameAnd the only words left composeThemselvesLike dancers await.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/284182/  One day I will be a real girlThe kind that mothers do not regretWith soft manners and wispy hairCrossed legs, sloping shoulders that youWould rather caressI have to laugh hereFor whom am I kiddingI am not that easyMy palms are callousedI bite my nailsSometimes I take scis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283881/  Chaining Darwin I loved you beforeI heard him landwater breaking in tall leaning breaths against the sandalways trying to catch upand failingIn this he saw cycles of abandonmentAnd not the infallibility of miraclesNot the drifted bits of color laid out and dryingWhit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283879/  Impulse controls One day I might just take up smokingJust for the safety net it provides for the fingersInstead of shoving them deep in my pockets poking holesLooking for the chocolate I ate long agoI can pretend to be Someone elseAddicted to nicotine Painting my finge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283877/  City falls What right do you have to whisper lamentations to meYour charity has only been that sifted bit of time leftoverEmailed, encrypted or late when the moon drifts sad in the skyLook out at these building with their square quilted lightsInside there are conversations b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283876/  Aye dogSit there with your back furredEars cocked listening to what Spanish I might fire offKitchen cooked wordsI can only use to address the animal kingdomI growl and mew as much as any suchLet me show you my teethIt isn’t as though we had love between usSo then why th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283870/  Cambien I am sleepingTendering the hours,clasping night as if I were an infant needing its sustenanceI have no patience for the web of words you weaveThey are wordsBreathe here, vowels drifting into some semblance of meaningPick a language, find a definitionI care less.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283868/  Ohm… They tell you stupid thingsLikeEverything has its reasonMantrasI could wring my neck like a chickenWith so much deep breathingMy feathers already plucked to the pointI am redfaced, ashamed of how tactless I speakShaking my finger at the oil companiesAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283866/  Worship This night is edgy with giltRainstorm perplexed by the clouds over the cityWe stay lit up like this 24-7Seatbelt firmly fastenedAirbags onThe stars remain a silent protestLike wallpaper we haven’t yet scraped downOnce re-designated as former guidesThey .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283865/  I am thinking of you I.Why the hellDid you decide thenThat the great bounceThe huge cascading fallWas worthBreaking your skin againWarmed needleMelted dreamPushed hard into a veinStealingSealingMouth giving breathSoaking sweatI count to tenYou don&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283862/  Benedictions of a political atheist At four I was a communistSurely dedicated to the idea that all should be equalIt was the most perfect solutionTo explain why I shouldn’t have to ever removeThe crayon marks from the wallI wanted all available admiration toFall on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283846/  El Dia de los muertos BreatheIn FumesThe gut of a worm spinningTequila pouredCandles litYellow marigolds wreathinggravesideIt isn’t just this mouth openGaping fishTaking on waterSinking downHere the muck is deeper than thatOne o’clock am pacingD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283845/  Muse It has been a dark DecemberThe sky scratching at its balding headHere it comes againSnow moves androgynousWhile the horoscopes consultbentBreaking down the airAll witless charm shiveringI am caughtLike a period with no sentence to sit uponPerchedBirdlike a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283733/  Tyburn The crossroadsBuild layers of decisionsAnd every one is a crisis wherethe gibbeted hang waitingtheir bit of earthwhat skeleton wouldn’t be happierin that ownership of dirtrather thanthe sky flapping blackwith great wingspensiveunable to give rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283732/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bogieface/283731/