http://slow.writerscafe.org/bellyvankelly The original writings of author bellyvankelly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111324 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 she taste’d like da echo of ah dead staror of ahcoil’d ray of sunlightlost n sum blk basementher sand bluff was of no concernfor my pledge to bring her a million kisses of true luv‘eye will kiss every inch of yo body’one hour nshe done lost her mind gigglin’ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2077667/ my passion spilled black coffeeon her remorsean scared her off up into a greytree of old moonlighti sat at da trunk, an smoked her poe-assdead raven cigarettes, an waitedfor day to break every branchda art of patiencetakes a long time to learnstars skirt black hillsin da skyspitfirin'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2070019/ in your alien maskguard your saucy cheddar your icy unscored pelvic floorbut I'm a grinder and a goal I scoredwithout dropping my mitts orhip flexors which lumber right for yougone ghostthru the gummy rimwrong way in?Perhaps your netted clotthat ensnared mewas the goalthat fishbowl cellythat still r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2068022/ King of all the lil’mamas I think of you all the timeThat magic brown fro that bounced Around yo head, as you spun around The kitchen cooking dinner Always something healthyChicken and broccoliThat's boring I said    It's healthy you saidAnd there are no toys I’m bored You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2061510/ https://bellyvankelly.tumblr.com/post/176023898869/wiseguy-haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2045486/ I send you my Norwegian luv, a book a copy of Emily Dickinson poemsI bought it in November in NorwayDa cover, Blk mtl Wit Emily in her gothic warpaintUpside down cross on her foreheadBlk mtl mascara running down her cheeksIt is to remind you of da blk mtl luv we hadYou were da fire an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2044976/ Wat happened to goin to sf beachfo da day You was supposed to have yoToes in da sand My arm around youLuv and liquor in our eyes Da sunset cowarding backLike yo toes curling in da warmGraying sandSet waves thru da oceanThru da skyWaves unhooking dem selves of yoFreakish vibration.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellyvankelly/2044975/