http://slow.writerscafe.org/James The original writings of author JP thinks the WC is aptly named en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This life, a box without a lid Allowing us to share the airSo vital, so very vitalWe breathe deep of this sustaining elementAnd the central nervous systemKeeps on goingKeeps on goingTasting fat and fumes, the very same that blackens;It is the overcrowded taste of med.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1200527/ Barely perceptible rainBarely fallingA varnish for the trees and carsAnd pavement -stand there long enough And your reflection will develop A photographIn a chemical bath A reflection of a man - of this man -Alone, on the pavement, In the rainAnd from this simple weathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1197804/ The waking hoursSurgical blade of daylightCutting through the dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1194212/ Sirens in summertimeWhen the mercury is risingMakes me think of New York CityHumidity and jazzAnd starlit roofsWith pigeon coopsFire escapesPiles of trashFlies around themIn a frenzyBuzzing ever louderLike the brush playing Of a late night drummer   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1172411/ There’s a salamanderNamed AmandaOn my verandaEating lots of lamb pasandaSo come on, quickly, have a ganderThere’s nothing stranger, nothing granderExcept, perhaps, I say with candour A panda eating corianderA panda, Name of Alexander   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1169174/ Sitting tightAnd waiting for the evening to igniteCounting the hours Counting the daysBut never counting downI sit and drinkThis oh so inflammable beverage  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1164821/  Peel back the faceCrack open the skull with chiselsAnd put up scaffolding of bone Your expertise is wasted hereTime to let the Amateurs have a go  Address this matter of the mind Not with talking but with toolsBecause the time has come For precisionIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1161507/ Life is a joyless processionOf individuals;The traffic wardenBespectacled, acne-riddledPoster boy for masturbationLives at home with mum, for certain, In the same box room with its knee-high sofa Where he squandered All those teenage years-but there's hope .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1160980/ Finest fall of rainRefreshing the earth, the air -Then becoming snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1152109/ Rabbits made their homeBeneath the Grey municipal buildingAnd spring now brings themBounding out But confusion isAmongst them On finding frost, still crisp and brittleAnd not the men in suitsTo which they are accustomed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1152105/ Howling at the moon3amRather a one-sided argument  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1148276/  Faltering vanguardOf a late arriving springAre the daffodils http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1147684/  A traditional galIn the traditional mouldWith traditional hairIn a fashion that’s old A traditional dameWith traditional styleAnd traditional mannersA traditional smile A traditional womanWith traditional curvesA traditional bodiceThat the fellas all l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1137625/ Sucking the bone marrow out of lifeIs not without injury, not without painIt poisons the bloodGoes straight to the heart  These conventions of ours that sayDon’t do this too much; don’t do that too much -Too much of anything will make you sickMake you wish you’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1132211/ Smells of fat and salt and vinegarWedge of lemon, crispy coating…The gift shop bristles with bright utensilsAnd little engineers come flying out With their consignment of buckets and spadesRushing towards the sandTo find the perfect spotFor little projects Gulls circle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1130213/ A throwing out of peopleA shambling off into the nightA losing of the wayAnd of possessionsAnd of footingA breaking of the fleshForehead, palms and kneesA reddening and blackening of clothesA poisoning and its consequenceA shameful sightWere it not for laying in the darkUnder c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1130210/ I have painted my shadow on the groundBut must wait until morning to see himAnd only then if he remainsHaving had nothing better to doThan spend the evening hereIn the middle of the road http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1129586/ I consider the stars and the oceansSublimity of spaceAbysmal depths It makes me sick to thinkInfinity still begs the questionWhat next?  We think and feel Much too muchIn respect of what we are What now and why? Try not to worryLife's too short  -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1129503/ Front deskDeli counterTake a numberSit and waitSit and waitLife is endingGeriatric Ticket missingNeeds a weeJust need a weeSterile harsh Sick and yellowSit and wait Old women Open sandalsToe on toeDon’t lookDon’t f*****g lookBile is risingSick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/1128975/  Louise shuffles into position, peels a banana, and points it towards the audience.‘Easy does it,’ she says. ‘Just like peeling it with your hands.’’ Muted applause. ‘And now,’ she says, ‘the pineapple.’ It&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/489005/ How about we call it a day, son, eh?How about it we pack this s**t awaySwear to never hear your voice or my voice againBurn all the documents, smash all the screensAnd just cast off into the great unknown-You can leave the car park firstSo I can nudge you out, make sure you've gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/400853/ A crescendo of laughterRising like a cloud of birdsFrom an aviary ripped open So much of it overlappingYou never even catch the joke       http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/400852/  My shirt is untucked and billowingIt tells its own story- not so much creased as crushedBut my lower half is nicely dressed,In pinstripes that are pressed,Finished off with shoesYou used to see the sky inWith legs that keep on walking     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/400849/      Support me or abort me -Unhook me, or else pick me outAnd dash me across the floor,As though I were a spot in your yolkAn abominationSomething only to be enlisted, never trustedIn fact the more I think of this,  Forget my pleaJust hook and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/396847/ oh, to strike it richoh, for beautiful ladiesyes, I'm that shallow      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/386953/ even the dog is tired round mewhen she comes a-visitingtrue, I'm exhausting  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/386560/ I have tossed my salad of Post-it notes Liberally across my desk Added paperclip bacon bits And some Blu-Tack croutonsThen I dressed it accidentally in coffee- Now it’s no longer edible          http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/364501/ Some self-indulgent, self-pitying, miserable wintry shite. Please excuse - I'm old enough to know better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/362672/ Hard to tell in all that battle armourBut I suspect we have ourselves a female,There's just something about the way she Flaunts that blaster and throws that hipShe speaks, issuing commands, but that tells us nothingThat insectile helmet has a tone boxYe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/349357/ Five minute, flash fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/349354/ A work in progress, it's slightly over the prescrived word count and a better ending eludes me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/348990/ Eating pieces of mirrorWill not help you to see your inner selfNo more so than surgicallyRemoving stubborn words from your mouthWill allow you to see how much of your soul there isHow about leaving some behindHere and there {pieces fall off naturally}Sharing it outLett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/347214/ There once was a girl from KhartoumWith a fully grown man in her wombShe thought, when he diesI will tattoo 'Here Lies____'On the stomach that's bound for a tomb http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/347210/ There once was a lady of WalesWho went mad for the January salesThere were discounts aplentyBut her husband, just twenty Turned grey when he heard the details    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/347196/ There once was a lady of ChesterWith some parts that had started to festerHer bits had gone rotten From the front to the bottomNow nobody cares to molest her     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/346906/ I watched the white claws of a waveTrying with futility for purchase on the cliffAnd I was minded of a sacrifice -The white hem of a dress boiling in the rock pools I watched the gulls keeling here and thereCapsizing, rolling, surging upwards on a thermalAnd I was minded of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/346483/  ‘Adopt a tiger’, that’s what your advert said, 'just £5 a month and it’s yours' Well, not quite But the advert said so, now where’s my ruddy tiger? You don't literally adopt, it’s a figure of speech I’m afraid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/346479/ The frenulum - sounds like an instrument don't it?Something with strings, something brass, no, woodwindBut actually it is a string How to play it? Play it soft, play it sweetNo, play it not at allUse lemon oil to help it last, OUCH! Yes, the frenulum is an instrumentAt le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/345704/  I) Here comes Tom, he knows what time it is – he’s late but maybe not late enough because she’s not even concerned yet. ‘No problem,’ she says, and they step inside.  He’s eaten here before but she doesn’t appear to know the drill a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/345692/ raindrop from a boughdrives away the cicadalong after the storm  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/341551/  There once was a girl from VancouverWhose arse doubled up as a hooverSo hard did she suck That she fast became stuck To the man who was trying to remove her  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/340250/ An elaboration of an autobiographical event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/340235/ Ducks who fly the wrong way roundWill find the going toughBy putting tail in front of beakTheir chances of arrival's bleakSo lookout for that flying streakOf awful flustered fluff Ducks who fly the wrong way roundYou'll see them tip a wingAnd 'eider' way they choose .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/333157/ I ate a lot of seeds todayAnd now repeat what people say  I ate a lot of seeds todayAnd sprouted wings to fly away But really, dearly how I wishThey'd offer me a cuttlefish  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/332681/ A kiss on the lips!That's not the way we men behaveA handshake, boy,Kiss your mother insteadAnd with your treasure off to bed! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/330510/ There once was a man from GibraltarWhose gender he wanted to alterHe gave his permission For some cuts and additionsAnd he’s now known as ‘big-t***y’ Walter  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/329750/ An unusual piece of five-minute fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/328536/ A nod to Mike Spilligan's Oojah-ka-Piv http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/327030/ Lost in the great WritersCafe crash of 2007, now restored but only half-remembered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/323478/ He's wasted on the ocean -This primordial fish deserves a bigger pool,Perhaps he'll cut loose from the planet with a flash of his tailFinding a blacker domain among the stars His curiousity is piqued by a passing cometRowing faster, more directly than h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James/320468/