http://slow.writerscafe.org/Edward%20Clay The original writings of author Edward Clay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020022 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Song Lyrics - can be heard here: http://www.myspace.com/moakemusic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/243906/ When you would wade out to seawith your hook and line,I dreamt you wanted to catch me. Your prize winning catch.I would sit on your shelfand smile at your guests whilst you boast with a smirkabout the one that almost got away.Your mother would have been proud.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/225337/ a small somethng about how I shall miss winter. I just had my last one for two years ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/225332/ a random sentence i typed to a friend of mine - felt it would make a decent haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/221999/ A little something I found locked away in the archives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/220351/ Song lyrics - song can be heard at http://www.myspace.com/moakemusic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/219976/ ether traveller, with feet on the ground. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/212216/ written nearly two years ago, on a sleepy night in a hazy blur. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/212201/ The title fell in my head, and out came this ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/212194/ A very short, descriptive piece - not a story as such, but a dream like trance, capturing a scene. A short short story I suppose! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203975/ This is a song lyric: the actual song can be heard here - http://www.myspace.com/moakemusic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203693/ check your mirror's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203691/ Birds forever singtheir distant day dreamer songs;lost amongst it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203690/ The canyon whistlesas the coyote howls;dust etched on the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203689/ Ovid was an ancient poet. The temple of Janus was closed during times of peace in the Roman Empire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203687/ Cast in green,dancing in timewith the air,tall and proud,you commanda striking presence;holding togetherreams of air,swaying to winds beat,you stare past allthat shrouds you with shadow,even as you fall.Fragile and thin,starved of your life,nothing more nowthan a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203685/ It was at worlds endas the sun drifted from sight,closing its eyefor the cold of night,that you held out your hand,and offered me love,saved me from drowning,like Noah’s white doves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/203684/ timeless the night seemswhen staring at pinhole skies -eyes reflect wonder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/192078/ In reference to and in memory of Brion Gysin, the forgotten Beat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/191801/ Chilled branches shiver;slowly they reachfor their leaves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edward-Clay/191795/