<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Charly | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/cms722</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Charly</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776142879</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>From A Blank Room</title>
			<description>chairs don&amp;rsquo;t appeal to applesor sharks or spoons or gators,yet women and men and girls and boyswill defend those blue or black or green chairseleven or twelve times over.&amp;nbsp;chairs or frames or flags or panes &quot;it doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1799991/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Floating Things</title>
			<description>Time&amp;rsquo;s gone Inside Outheels are concrete andshoulders are flamesTime gets distorted withso bright that theynearly match the glint of the heart-shaped helium which is attached to a stringwhich is attached to the left hand of a stage right childThi..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1632841/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>It with a capital I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;We always want what we can&amp;rsquo;t have.Curls ironed straight first thing every morning,Afraid to stand out, we&amp;rsquo;d rather be boring.Legs too twiggy, belly button sticks out,If only we were a few inches tallerAnd our feet and ears were a li..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1632840/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Bicycle and The Hill</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The spokes of the bicycle wheel spin on and onWithout regard for the feelings of the sun and her nighttimelover.She shines &amp;#2013266048;&quot; no, blinds &amp;#2013266048;&quot; from rise until set for thatmysterious moonAnd he takes notice.He whispers worldly..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1503918/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>From The Outside</title>
			<description>Here I sitOn my red duffel bag,Watching them laugh at an inside joke.Or maybe an outside joke that doesn&amp;rsquo;t involve me &amp;#2013266048;&quot;It makes no difference.&amp;nbsp;Here I walkThrough a run down shopping mall,Wandering near the revolvin..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1472491/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Corporate Drones</title>
			<description>A dark blue blazer squeezes my shoulder blades in toward my spine. If I slouch even an inch, my constricted muscles will surely overpower the thin threads that hold this overpriced, sleeved iron-curtain together. I nod and smile as I shake hands with dry-cleaned suit after ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1456698/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Blind Night</title>
			<description>The air is very still and I can&amp;rsquo;t decide whether it&amp;rsquo;s warmor cool. It feels warm when my hands are resting on the sparse grass I lie on,but faintly cool when I raise my right hand in question. There is no scent tothe temperatureless air. The floor is har..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1453733/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Remembering</title>
			<description>I remember how happy I felt last April.&amp;nbsp;I remember how sad I felt last June. And July.&amp;nbsp;I remember standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon incomplete awe, my breath catching in my throat.&amp;nbsp;I remember Mom yelling at my sister and I ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1453731/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Black Hole</title>
			<description>Waiting for the Black HoleTo leave my hollow skull alone &amp;#2013266048;&quot;Waiting is wasting life&amp;rsquo;s perfectly calibrated gravityBut how can the doughy thoughtsSmacking incessantly against the concave walls of my burntcookie exteriorPossibly break ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452904/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chasing The Sun</title>
			<description>A patriotic sparkThe crunch of a ripe Pink LadyUnwrinkled youthA pumpkin&amp;rsquo;s glowing faceThe bank account balance after a juicy paycheckYour mother&amp;rsquo;s voice&amp;nbsp;Time is to permanenceAs the chasing moon is to the fleeting sun.L..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452902/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Eat Your Vegetables</title>
			<description>Who gets to define perfection?Blueberry eyes, peach complexion,Strawberry lips, pear hips,Only room for the sweetness of ripe fruit?&amp;nbsp;Broccoli deserves a place tooOn the porcelain plate of perfection.Asparagus arms and green bean legsWi..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452900/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Fibbers of Icicle Forest</title>
			<description>They never told you that growing up would be so scary.&amp;nbsp;They said that life is like a rollercoasterBut they left out the part where the thrill is replaced by aforeboding chillThat seeps past growing goosebumps and through spidery skin,That weaves..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452896/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Scientific Fists</title>
			<description>Goggled eyes gaze fixedlyAs I scuttle through fanatical formationsOf flamingly bright white wallsThat exist only to baffle my easy-to-swallow pill of abrain.&amp;nbsp;I struggle to maintainThe little semblance of sanityThat sits in an untouched..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452798/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Hovering</title>
			<description>Hovering&amp;nbsp;I love to drawBut I can only draw one thing.The pencil hovers over the mocking blank pageCircling slowly in thought. In anticipation.The circles start to show themselves,Piercing the blankness with their darkening presence.I..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452792/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Mindless Brains</title>
			<description>Expression just to make an impressionIsn&amp;rsquo;t expression at all.It&amp;rsquo;s autotune, fake eyelashes,Pants so tight your skin hangs over,A tattoo of your Zodiac sign on the back of your shoulderWhere you can&amp;rsquo;t even see it &amp;#2013266048;&quot;Probably don&amp;rsquo;t even ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452789/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Illusion of Time</title>
			<description>ConstantTick tock tick tockThe rhythm never strays,Never breathes, never ritards,Never smoothly sways like a free sound wave,Cannot decay or syncopate tickity tock tock tick.No &quot; tick tock don&amp;rsquo;t stop &quot;Constant&amp;nbsp;But what is tim..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452771/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Buried Shoes</title>
			<description>This generation praises laziness,Reveres complacency, worships procrastination,Strives toward an ideal state of not caring.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;re not cool if you try too hard.Not cool if you care about schoolMore than splashing in an ocean deep pool of..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452770/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Paper Mind</title>
			<description>I want to write a happy poemBecause not all of life is sad.Fourth of July fireworks spewing color across night&amp;rsquo;s blackcanvas,A good-natured wind blowing my unfastened hair into my faceCreating a glorious moment of blotchy sight,The bustle between the skycrapers,Th..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cms722/1452768/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>