http://slow.writerscafe.org/MicroMagic The original writings of author Matthew Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776495338 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Exists some beauty in the thoughtOf puncture wounds and blood,Of salty tears of mortal fears,Of wickedness in floods.I know it's there but cannot sayExactly where it lies,For it rose up past the atmosphereNow furtive in dark skies.But specks fell off behind--Why so little, I do not know--Much gather.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/759398/ There are times alone my mind decides He must go take a stroll,And leaves my body's blank-eyed stare To touch all he beholds.He flows out hovered above the ground.He shifts upon the breeze.He touches things we can’t believe,A love we cannot see.But wishing of new vantage point,He alw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/759390/ What fun! the creatures made behindThe sculpting of our hands:The silhouette carnivore, crouched,Preying on the man,Or if we are less sinister,--those seldom times we are--A black bird, flapping through the light--Beauty without a heart.How quick their fleeing from the world!--Takes but a slip of mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/759386/ I want to breathe airInto your mouthAnd down into your lungs.I see your wife--I see the knife--And other cruelties doneDeterred, I’m not.Afraid, I’m not.I still know what I want:To turn the universal key,To flee this jaded cell!And once again sense novelty--Even if it’s hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756793/ Singsong Crank it up Oblivion draws nearGossamer blush, No need to rush-- Content, we’ll listen hereFor like the groom, Thinking honeymoon "So little left to hide" We youth in bloom Breathe in your fume-- And take it all in stride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756791/ Can you hear the murmur churning,Emerging like the stars,Springing forth on flower buds.Born is the summer hum.Feel seductive vibrationsKneading hope onto your skin--An offer for beginning.Soak it up and start again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756789/ Those on deathbeds, why so grave?You whimper to deaths door.Don't you recall our brazen stepsCrossed through it once before?Voices wailing, fists sailing,We hated going through,Leaving behind what makes us whole,A fault we've long since rued.So there’s no cause to dread the dayWe’re back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756787/ Consciousness is falling brains fromGhostly mountains aboveAnd when two lonesome drops collideAnd plummet as one, there's loveBut if you find no one's by your sideNor below your toes or on high,Remember the sun will soon enough shineAll good hearts will be one in the sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756786/ Son, sprawled out, torpid on the sofa,Eyes glazed in gossamer film,Do you now bemoan your beautiful living?Do you now despise your excessive pondering?Have you finally discovered the despairing truthThat humans are not made to feel,To love, to know too much,That they are nothing but sponges, soaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756784/ Mechanical man,Hurling gun-magnetMitts,Drunk in late-night rants,Eying gals,Mouthing politics,TitsWife, dying hair,Kid, ashen, slitWrist,In the tub,Dying there,Alone, bareFuck it,No one caresAnd everyone knowsThis journey's bullShitYea, everyone knows,But only few Quit-- Those beautiful&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/756783/ Car-bomb misfitsSlamDiamond clad girls,With fingers caught In pearls, And eyes aflame,In lurid quarrels. Gone they areNowForever.I do shed no goddamn tearsEast Coast rich kids,Drugged up, Sullied, Strung out, red eyed.Shut-down,Bullied freaks,Suicidal,Alone, in denialI do sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/750866/ A poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MicroMagic/750857/