zzzingbird | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/zzzingbird The original writings of author zzzingbird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776282391 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's A Learning Experience A feather boaConstrictor (I hardly know ‘er!)winds its way around my neck cascades down my crackling shoulderin the neon lights through a haze of Jack and coke and John and simonMy limp wrists twist their way to heavenbecause I am transcendingbecause I know thatI can love the sin and hate the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2103293/ Weaving Without Warping Let’s take a momentand pretend there’s zen in the motion of the weft,that it’s not just string being turned into fabric.An industrial process robbed of its history by machine and scythe and sword.Is it my lot to peer into a history that isn’t my own?I’m no arachne, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2103291/ An Ode to Plain Pasta, and to You We always begin with a clean slate. A limpid looking glass, almost too heavy to hold.A metallic prison holding only the fear that I will let it spill,And leave it empty againSo I set it down, for now.I can’t bear to leave that mirror in its unsullied stateSo I surrender to some awful compulsio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2103006/ I'm So Lucky She's Nearly Blind The bus ride home is a long one.Not long enough, though.I’m that young man wiping the rainbow paint off his faceWith pages torn from a notebookPlaying at a rushed makeup striptease For a liminal audienceBlending red lipstickInto alcohol flushIn the final moments before his deadline.Stop.Don&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2103005/ To Veer, per se "If you fall, rise again"Is not great advicefor the racehorse,who sees through the shards of his femurthat his future's coated in gelatin and glue.Nor for the albatrosswhose bloody wing pushes her into a demented spiralcursing the sailors belowand the bolt from the blue that did the deedIf I fall(an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2102875/ Fragments from my first forays into Soho, London Dearest SoHolabyrinth wallshigher than the night sky can reachblocking out dirty smog and soundhome away from home away from home away from homenot just filth, I promise, my love.take my hand, and we’ll guide each other into that shallow nightand we’ll keep each other safe and sound&ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zzzingbird/2102831/