http://slow.writerscafe.org/iainlost The original writings of author Iain Lewis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029639 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem written for the end of my dad's eulogy. It' feeds from my childhood memories of him playing the guitar. Then touches upon the monster cancer which devoured the strongest man I knew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iainlost/966377/ an angry mans comment on the chipping away of our perieved freedom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iainlost/129195/ a pantoum eastern style of poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iainlost/124855/ a tirade from a slightly unbalanced, but fundamental athiest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iainlost/123117/  Conceived in furnaceBirthed through granite steel canalNursed upon heather tartan tweed. After games under slagheap sunsetsCoal burning warms our bones Sodden from the endless mist The fires are out  The rain still falls  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iainlost/123115/