http://slow.writerscafe.org/BarryCarver The original writings of author Barry! en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081108 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Out of gloomBright Summer's dayOur Hero, shortly,Comes this way.Never a foulWord to sayAnd yet he hasThe bills to pay.His suit is shinedHis socks are pressedHis breath is at itsSunday BestCan't recallBeing depressedAnd all his sinsHave been confessed!Schoole.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/316583/ Please be careful with this one, it's not fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/315518/ A new piece from the book I will publish in January 2009. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/306732/          As a young man, I had in my mind that the men of medicine were both well respected and paid. Only now, at the end of my career, do I believe I have finally reached those benchmarks. Be that as it may, the aforementioned was my thought and, with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/252884/ There is something lost in shadows that no day's light returnsWhen candles flicker 'gainst the wall it's not just wax that burns.Faces sculpted by a flame are easier to viewConcealed, revealed, soft and orange - somehow better than when true.The moonlight paints a liquid scene of greys a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/249538/  I have translated fragments of the letter found near the battle site:         ... (it) hurts when I try standing, but it will be better after a nice mineral bath. Don’t think for a minute you’ll get out of dancing with me jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/244289/  The bitter struggle of opposing forces ended more than a year ago.          The guards did not free either Jerit and Eniq (the last two prisoners of war in the northern sector). Their captors had simply gone home... leaving the men locked i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/244286/ O, I can see all the precious young things,  (How should I not?  Too pretty to avoid!) And all the bad thoughts these pretties do bring Might make stable, married men paranoid.  The Britneys and Hillarys and Lindseys,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/243235/ One night after dinner(and a nice piece of pie)We went out back(just my brother and I)And laid on the deckAnd looked up at the sky.The moon was thereBut she wore a dark veilAnd the stars, which are bright,Seemed a little bit pale‘Cause a shining… uhm&hellip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/230306/ Mommy and Daddy once wanted to knowIf I wanted our happy family to growWhen I said, “Yes” they seemed surprisedEspecially when I offered some circuits and wiresSeems what they wanted was a girl or a boyBut me, what I wanted was more like a toyWith lights and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/225640/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/225638/ The Vicious Circle  BEWARE  These Words May Bite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/220409/   When all the heartbreak's overAnd the earth's to be unmade -What kind answer can He giveThose who didn't make the grade?"I'm sorry but you worshipped wrong"Or "The God you followed lied"Or "Your childhood's sin was unforgavebut, yes, we know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/212244/ I was managing a retail store in Niles, Illinois.  It was a winter in the late ‘70s.  I graduated high school and, with the least bit of encouragement, ran off to Chicago to climb a chain of management into that golden job at the end of every all-American rainbow.  On Christmas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/212222/ Written the day after the 9/11 attacks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/212192/ R o m e o  &  J u l i e tRevisited PROLOGUENARRATORThank you gentle peopleFor "gentle" must you beTo hand a strangeryour hard earned gold, our simple act to see. We will make no hash of it(though some of you may stew)And apologies at prologue are not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/212175/ Swiftly,She held me tightly,Her soft, manicured hands,Lovingly squeezing the last life out of my throat,Until I slumped forward into her augmented bosom,Nearly losing conciousness – but not quite.She opened a lazy "s",From my neck to lumbar spine,With the finest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/207017/ A collection I published a while back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/207000/  I am either a simpleton – or a buffoon.Else how have I come to this?I stand here, my teeth chattering from the cold.  It is not the middle of winter but it might as well be – in the threadbare clothes I wear.  I just had to get out… try to clear my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/174850/ It's time to take off the costume,It's time to wash off the paintAnd think of what it means to be me.They're packing up the wagons,They're rolling up the tentsAnd moving the show to another town."It'll be bigger!"  They said."With Fireworks!"  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/174844/ It is your custom to let the accused have the final word in these trials and I will not let pass this last chance to speak before you execute me.You mention my name in the same way you speak of Hitler, Stalin, Hussein and, perhaps you should.  For I have murdered, it is true and there i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/174577/ The wind is always somewhere blowing Racing, wafting, rising, flowingIt drives the rain and windmills high‘til there’s nothing left but sky.Gusting with loose leaves in towWhirling cyclones filled with snowHowling through the ruins frailCaressing (to tatters) t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/172464/ Cruel spark - to ignite me so.Hidden in her eye, waiting 'til my needWould no longer be ignored.Why me?  Why now?I haven't love left in mesuch as she deserves.What trick is this - of flattery or isolation,That lets me dare whatShall Not Befor me.Yet, pictures in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/171485/  Please See: javascript:void(0);/*1202470558371*/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/171102/ By JohnAngelo (@ 1 year old), interpreted by me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BarryCarver/168695/