http://slow.writerscafe.org/Quetzal The original writings of author Trompe-l'œil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779148613 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I Do Not Sleep With Strangers RalphLitzinger was the second bestballplayer on Cub Pack 306.He battedclean up and had a crush on mysister, Lei Lane.Dadcoached; I pitched; Lei Lanewatched.I alwayspreceded my fast ballwith ahuge Double Bubble bub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quetzal/2106967/ Where Have You Gone Café Conversation? You arenot herewhere youshould be, where we wereyesterday,discussing Sartreand therivers of the Amazon. You leftme hanging from a vine,suspendedabove warm, murky waters,piranha flashings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quetzal/2077247/ We Said Good-Bye Someonebreaks the silence,but it isonly pain,likenuggets from a nightmare. Itranslate myself into a burning guitar,fluent ingypsy Spanish.The darkmoments come to me,fibrousskin pregnant with wine, and I rejoice.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quetzal/2075335/ Blue Mirror He thoughtthe white gloveof hermemory would suffocateby its ownflame,burningitself out like a suicide,and shewould forgetthe ambermemories their time imbued.It was thebest.  For a time.Betterthan anything.Before orsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quetzal/2073837/ Lyrics Chiseled by a Florentine I guide mygondolaunder Rialto bridge,singingunrequited love songs.Shuttersare thrown open,merchantsabandon their shops,leavingcustomers who want prosciutto. Fish,learned in such matters,swim oneach side of me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Quetzal/2073643/