http://slow.writerscafe.org/smclopez The original writings of author smclopez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019919 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How dark is she?Well, she has dark eyesand even more dark under her eyeswhere the skin turns a purpleinto in-wanting palettes of greyWe say those colors are the eveningbefore the nightwhen it truly does get darkBecause we thought she was beautifulbut if you look deeply back at herthen you'll seether.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smclopez/1894041/ Hello I don't know how to greet you... I only know that I have always thought of you as something I could hold in my hands Unnaturally as A fistful of shuddering minnows before They die Puncture their own bones Against me And secrete the abalone glaze of their eyes Into a film on the dock Until now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smclopez/1894010/ "Do you know I'm lucky," Said the whale to the star "Because I can see My own shadow" 'Yes, we know how full and lucky you are To know how your shadow Moves and breathes Without you' "She's only a child." Winked the whale As he smiled "And each day I know her She grows As she wanders With me attach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smclopez/1894006/ So much has changed this yearI dreamt about my bones crackingand from within, flower buds grewI sat on top of a mountain in the sunas a giant stretched over the cliff face, growing flowersAnd watched a cool blue ice take over the city. People laiddown and gave up until they were all just a part of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smclopez/1894002/