http://slow.writerscafe.org/pmbjr83 The original writings of author RomeroNYC en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974851 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Always on the verge of disaster.The poet writes to keep himselfFrom falling apart.The smoldering ruinsOf his past lay abandonedIn the bare-bone archaeologyOf his mind’s survey.Poems like potsherds,Or verse, the debitage-CataloguesOf a broken heart’s assemblage.Ever on the edge of the pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859424/ The Red Lily fulfills its outpouringIn the thread-width breadthOf the Calligrapher’s Sacred ScriptFlowing like a spider’s webIn streams across the tawnyPapyrus desert of a sheet of CopticPaper cordovan colored like Moses’ lips.The Sun-darkened RosesBloom into a blood bouquet of Run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859421/ 1.                     Pale moon;                         Dove colored      Bloodless in despair.You wear my mother’s white dress;  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859420/ An old man and I, he a sixty-Something year old fishermanFrom Point Pleasant, New Jersey,Stubborn as all hell and always spittingTobacco as he chews it by the mouthful.And I, a thirty-seven year old childOf the Jones Act & Operation BootstrapFrom both Fort Independence & Jackso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859418/ Stone-quietAn awkward aureole Of silenceSurroundsOur dysfunctional saints.Despite this the summer Day blossoms vibrantly outside an open window. He lights a cigaretteBut doesn’t smoke itShe pours him some wineHe refuses the rosette& so she politelyDrinks it for him.For .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859417/ Indeed, Mr. FrostHe was the fool of books,And his house stood on a hill,A long fellow,And the farmer’s wifeHad eyes for him.Once raised her yellowSun-flowery dress highUp to her chest,Bared and flauntedHer sagging breast.-Old milk jugs they were.And though she was twentyYears his seniorHe long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859416/ Old and New Poems: 1998-2023 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859415/ Dumb and mute now   Your once riot-soul,A whisper of an echo,Humble as my simple grief.Fell soft as a leaf fallsUpon a single beam of light.              A photon felt  Down falls   us like a leaf  Or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859414/ Empty on a windy roadA loadstone moon rises woundedLike a levy corpse tossed violently Toward a rook-smooth undertow.A road of winding, dipping ups and downsWindy yes’s amid wind-swept bonesA crow-black ghost goes endlesslyComes nearer even as he goesGoes further though not gone right her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859413/ Poems influenced by several historical and quite personal disasters. Intermingled into a clashing of images in a higly rhythmic language http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pmbjr83/2859412/