http://slow.writerscafe.org/phrankie The original writings of author frankie sanchez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096754 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 No parachute. Heart open like windsock. Arms wide like forest fire. Lungs full like children in candy store. No fear. Brain illuminated like ambulance. Mouth mimicking heart. Hands prominent as landing pads. No pressure. Eyes telling story to brain. Brain mimicking lungs. Legs strong like St.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/755581/ it's a poem. it's a conversation. it's surreal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/751720/ I found my voice in a pocket of oxygen buried in my gut, it was a hot air balloonbacklit by the aura of my lungs,my chest-- was the sky that coughed it up.So now, knowing that my chest is the sky,I spend a lot of time talking to the Moon,the same way Bruno talks to Marsand Freddie ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/708565/ We talk to each other the same way propellers talk to the skyand we look a lot like high divers hitting the waterwhen we apologize for not listening with the accuracy of sonar.With our fingers crossed - reluctant -we keep thinking that tomorrow will keep us planted,hoping that our local ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/708564/ I once shared a maritime border with a boy so addicted to waterhe couldn’t stop waving.He had a buoyancy about him.He had a hard time being anchored to anything that weighed him down.He was high tide and flood warning and he couldn’t stand wading.It was the fin on his back th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/706162/ People still ask me about you as if you were a standard operating procedure.People still don't get it.People still say; it's better to have loved and lost than to have--What people don't seem to understand is that I don't dig epilogues,I don't speak with punctuation, I don't end with p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/705727/ Put me in a Captain America suit and no one would take me seriously.Put me in a Sir Mike Mitchell painting and you might take me home, you might even join my team.Put me in a rocket and I’m not just any rocket man, I’m some boy on the internet’s cover of Maynard James Keenan’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/phrankie/704950/