http://slow.writerscafe.org/MichaelKelly The original writings of author Flake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776353789 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 busboy tactics:1| ring my nectar2| answer a call3| fill their stocking4| horde the phone5| play with dice6| Fish on ice7| smell their shirt8| clean and make clean9| Report truthfully http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493237/ sleep is dragging me downit’s pulling me insleep darkens the outside,dries out color -- flattens it.Reverberates sound.I do thisand I thinkI’m strongerthan my body.I think mywill is greater.So far I’vebeen right.My body is soweak,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493235/ French dignitaries fought with each other over the pronunciation of paradisal, but not forgetting the point of the preceding conversation either. They hustled and lost, then forgot after dark and rolled together into Tuesday and found ancient writing on the note they left; not sure .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493069/ dream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493068/ Vanilla ice creamAnother concrete imageAnother splash in my mind.“I like the concept of aging” she says as I look at the hill in the dark and think about this.I criticize the ones who resist it,but then this is said from awoman who isn’t even ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493067/ first poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493066/ Angels' bursting butterflies.      I see lightning when my eyes go dark. "let's get rid of that vintage,we waste all these years."He bears a name,with suicide underfoot.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493058/ lying in bed groping yourselfnot everything it gives comes true. pine drifts across the skylike birds in migration. I have a coca cola bottle floating   on its sidefor you. "what do you have a feather on your feet? you're too old for thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493056/ poem story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493052/ Cry into the crevice of concrete on the floor over there. Make sure all of your tears fall into the crevice, and no where else. Take heed of this advice, even as the rain strengthens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493051/ Hope has no masterA spider lives and crawls on my heartThe blocks are holding me togetherThe constant perfect flow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493048/ a kind of enchanted hunger,a single swoosh of black from a paint brush in my stomach.kindred longing, a longing for mountains. mountains of answers.the still. my poor friend is obsessing over girls again, in the same painful spirit.a spiral I admire. sweet lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493047/ more loneliness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493043/ the past is enflamed and wrapped in delight & kisses;the present is cold, hollow, and frozen. Where the past should be, the present is.But the future is where it always is to me, in its own forbidden zone.The past is memory, while the present is eternity;and the memory ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelKelly/1493041/