http://slow.writerscafe.org/rekkagroove The original writings of author Jordan Wolfe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046185 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Found this in a notebook, wrote it awhile ago. Let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1860878/ She's got a forked leather tongue that crumbles citadels like dry petals,and I'd like to fill my car with your blood,so that this cylindrical lead capsule might actualize itself through its intended purpose as a messenger,to find a home to nest, in the shape of your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1726732/ These arms are lengths of old kindling, and your every word is a wisp of cherry smoke rolling across pooled water colored midnight.I bend like warped wood to embrace the lick of your flames,and the warmth and salt and sweat and ache of our Great Work will be our testament,and the flood that wet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1726339/ Stream-of-consciousness poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1674196/ Spontaneous fiction, another attempt at flash. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1429948/ bury me in a sandbox somewhere in suburbiabeneath the cornflower ceiling spackled across the divideand divvy up my insides,                     to place them in funeral vases;that I might flower and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1427130/ An experiment in Flash Fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rekkagroove/1427128/