http://slow.writerscafe.org/samsummers The original writings of author Sam Summers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007146 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 and as the last of the ocean foam collapsedthe whale emerged headfirst from the seastaring decisively into the sun it pushed its mass toward the skydefiantand we became its shadowin its wake came the fish and the dolphins and crabsunnoticed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939466/ only the best girls only two fortyvivid in slurred indignationcollapsed mid-mince sand creeps beneath toenailsonly the best curls only two fortysister’s ripped fishnets lipstick scabsdrenched in the strobe lights wetsuit haemorrhagethick paper crushes ugliness against glassoi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939465/ are we begging or dancingdancing atop the words as theyrise into the nothing like a backwards waterfalland we find ourselves clingingall too oftento the hook of a lonely gare we begging for releaseso desperate for escape that wespin hand in hand across our sentencesinches from de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939462/ and as everything washes around me I run my fingers throughitand the resistance keeps it from feeling like fallingand as I fall the world floats up around me and I try to catch the best bits asthey passand I just miss the shell that looks just like your smile (but I catch a tiny crab whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939460/ obviously the first thing that comes to mind is a drippingtapor a gushing tap gushing ad apparent infinitumand I’m holding my breath through a clenched fistand unblinkingstop.and if I could I’d run through a pet shop and take a featherfrom every bird and take the still but still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939457/ What are youdoing?Drinking the sky.Funny accent.Australian?Newzealandian?I’ll get back to you.You can’tdrink the sky.I’ve drank bits of the sky before.South African.So have I.So has everyone.There’s nothing special about bits of the sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939454/ beautiful sunshineking of the beachwatching venus hurtle across the skywith the girls girls girlsand the gays gays gaysand my imaginary USTand my this-is-not-CTR musicand my this-is-not-quite-my warand did I tell you that I love younothing hurtsnothing growstoo many bands cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939453/ the animals you’ve never seenlike kangaroos and bullsare as real as you arethey sit in pictures and stories and toysuntil you need themtalking amongst themselveswaiting by the radiofor their number to be calledthe animals you’ve never seenare as real as cats and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/939451/ for reading aloud http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/644694/ The Beast inHeatWe sing along and hold ourhandsWe dance around and hold our armsThe sex dwarf’s eyes a beady paleAre waiting waiting for youRefresh the page refreshthe hallsWe fresh and clean and dope and allCome on eileen and geno geeNo one not you see how I seeI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/633640/ BoomBoom-boomTschBoomBoom-boomTschYou can feel the music... it exists for youTell me that you love me... and we can feel the sameI can always touch you... it will always endI can breathe inside you... and remember... how you feelDrink from me and let this moment last foreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/588899/ The BurningPerversity smalltalk fuels first dateIM awash with his sicknessDepraved infatuation drives her to impressSnap upload and kindle flamePolaroid ashes won’t testifyPretty young pixels refuse to dieSmouldering ink burns calcium redLove burns guilt like ember on leadOne, two, three.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/528013/ The Anthropophagous BeastA few small patches of redDried into the dirt between tall blades of grassIs all it takesI begin my journey, led by the scentTo prey on the weak, the defenceless, the youngStarvation, weeks feasting only on guiltAs I picture the last one, shockedUncomprehendingNo time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/528012/ AbsurdI must screamScream, although I feel nothingScream, because I’m told toScream, because this is the best I’ve ever hadDespite the numbness, and the banalityAnd the fake f*****g fifteen inches between his fat, quivering thighsAnd the ache in my knees as I struggle to stop it from s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/528011/ Blood RitesThere was a gallant English ship/A-sailing on the seaBreathlessDash into the perma-beige roomYou’d half forgotten the way to schoolGrin and bear staresDidn’t think they’d rememberDidn’t think they’d notice you’d been goneThere’s a lofty ship.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/516547/ Bloody MoonBody contortedRagdoll wrists spastic bent legsStegosaurus spineFilthy hands raggedApple skin flesh bleeding tipsPain to grip a penSoap’s futilityBarely stays the stench of shitShit at least belongsCollected I wretchPubic hair trapped between keysAutocastrationBrittle fists uponCar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/499528/ The BoogeymanFreezing cold shivering flabby flesh stillDysmorphic kit kat addict disengagedHusband nattering dying windowsillDaughter loves you lied to falsely assuagedHeating broken (not true) air is bitterTV broken (not true) life is silentSeagulls in loft (not true) ceaseless twitterDementia st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/498459/ The BeyondWhen the lights come on you raise your arms and yawn and you shamble down the stairsYour mam says goodbye gives a kiss pulls the door and you glance at the beyondHello dolly zoom you run back to your room and put your school clothes onWhen she gets back from work she’ll have no ide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/498079/ Familiar FaceI try to catch your eye as you stare into thin airand I try to kiss your lips as you chew them.My hand is almost numb, trapped between your back and the bed,our third so far this week.I find everything I need in your familiar face, as I say“I promise to love you foreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/470617/ Waiting for the PartyHomeric in scope, Kafkaesque in executionScores of faceless idiots flailing like trapped snakesSimply out of an obscure obligation to do soPerhaps you recognise a fewYou tell yourself that you know most of themPerhaps you do know most of themBut that doesn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/393116/ FeelingIsn’t it beautifulHow other girls just can’t compareAnd isn’t it beautifulWhen everybody stops and staresOh baby, you’re so beautifulSo why the need to cry?Yeah, you’re so beautifulI love it when your skin is tight, your lips are dryIsn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/376029/ LipstickDo you rememberThe other day when IBeat you to the ground for talking back to meAnd you apologisedYeah, you apologisedAnd I couldn’t hear your words and you couldn’t hear a thing?You were lying on your backwith your face pushed into the floorHolding in your hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/371277/ for Pagemasters challenge #11, based on Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/366753/ This Year The tall, green Christmas tree by the traffic lightsLooked pathetic in the daytime without its lightsTurned on.The teacher’s attempt to play “Come Now All Ye Faithful”Was pathetic as the trumpets were drowned out by his howling charge.She wasDelight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/355518/ I Remember I remember bugles blowing and shouts of “Charge!”,The shouts which soon morphed into screams.The sounds of clashing steel and gunshots filled the airAnd blood soon dyed blades of grass and man.I could sense my moment of glory approaching,Anticipation filled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/349122/ Yes We Can, or The Day After the Revolution Robert the schoolboyStayed up way past his bedtimeJust to hear it as it was announced.He knew exactly what he was going to hear,But he was excited anyway.He knew that he wouldn’t have toPut up with any more of their s**t from now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/339978/ Tulips Are Better Julie walked away from the café tucking‘Bell Jar’ slowly into her pocketIt was closing time and it was f*****gCold, too cold for stripy stockingsAlmost too cold to make a fist Matthew was ill, he was still sitting insideHe couldn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/336247/ Alex Plain Alex Plain, you’re bored againYou’ve nothing to tell your friends of on the way to schoolLast night you lay awake againYou’ve no surreal dreams to relate Everyone likes you, but it’s hard to love youBrunette, plus-size and a penchant for o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/328155/ Different Kind Well now, I know it must be hardGetting changed before P.E.When all the girls tend to edge awayEven your friends don’t want you to see And it can’t be easy when you askHer if you could tone it downAnd she doesn’t think you really careMay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/324508/ Obviously this isn’t where you want to be. You want to be at home watching ‘Friends’Or sitting at home with your friendsOr sitting in your friend’s houseLaughing and giggling and occasionally insulting each otherThen laughing and giggling at the insultsThen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/320258/ for all who're interested, which i believe i can reasonably assume to be everybody, the taps were fixed on Monday, September 22nd, 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/318552/ Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk? What are you doing?Why are you shouting?Who is that man?Why is he shouting?Who’s coming round?Ah, yes the boysWhat is that animal?What is that noise?You do know I love youValerie my dearWho is that man?What’s he doing her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/315040/ You turn up to school two hours lateBecause you couldn’t take your eyes awayFrom the television, In the Night Garden was onSo you just decided to stay What are you going to sayWhen you get caught sneaking ‘round the back of the school?What are you going to sayWhen th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/307272/   Misanthropy, in Two Parts“Twilight’s so derivative; you should read some Sylvia Plath”“You know you’re only single ‘cause the boys can’t make you laugh;You’re too political for Dada, you’re too prudent for Bill Hicks&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/305391/ Bell Jar from Memory Sitting down, no-one around, there’s no-one else to talk toBoys don’t pay attention, ‘cept for that one guy who stalked youMind is overflowing with ideas you can’t expressOnly it’s more like idea, one idea in excessWriting ‘ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/303889/ Clockface Inspired by actual events “Perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart”-The Black Cat             Many things perceived as insanity are merely the logical actions of a sane ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/282738/ Extract from a newspaper article from March 6th, 1976Mysterious Death of Millionaire             Local millionaire Dr. Arthur Sloan was found dead in his home this morning. Passersby noticed a smashed window, and upon entry the police.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/282734/  The Dancehall "I hear the roar of a big machine, two worlds and in-between, love lost, fire at will”-Lucretia My Reflection             Frank Dugan was eighteen years old, and tomorrow he was going to war. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/282685/ Angel Walking through the gatesMy darling Angel waitsFor me to greet her at the doorAnd act like we did once before My Angel, she is draped in whiteMy Angel, it just feels so rightTo look at her, and this alone,For only then I feel at homeOnly when I’m captivate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/281411/ i got asked to write this puppet show ages ago for my school christmas concert, its more light-hearted than most of my stuff. i played ginger and the monkey. they told me what songs i had to use, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/278559/ Laura’s Happy/Confused/Angry Poem As I walked through the streetsI was feeling upbeat,I was humming a tuneTo the rhythm of my feet,And I can’t stop to chatAs there’s someone to meet,And I’m blinded by light,I’m enraptured by heat,A rare smile em.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275895/ To My Mother Adoration cannot be expressedSufficiently enough through actions,Appreciation, satisfaction,These must be shown through love alone, lestA helping hand falls short of intent,For nothing could possibly conveyThe gratitude I feel for every dayOf my life, for througho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275884/ To —— Can love ever truly be trueIf all it can doIs seer and burn?And have funeral bells not already tolledWhen the love I holdCannot be returned? Although you surely must protest,Righteousness lies oppressedBecause, though I’m kind,The worst crime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275883/ The Tear Just as the deathly claw of manDemolishes the woodland fine,My touch does tarnish and corruptThe beauty that cannot be mine. Yet as I sit forlorn and won-Der what has been and what could be,Far, far away resides said museAnd sheds a tear for none but me.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275881/ Sonnet of the Somnambulist Trapped asleep for unfathomable yearsOpened and woken to prophesiseMaster has chained me and named me CesareAnd now, once again, I rest dead men’s eyesKept comatose by a madman depravedExistence unholy and terror fraughtTrapped in the darkness, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275880/ Romantic He walks through the graveyard, one eye on the stones.He knows he is destined to live life alone.He knows he can’t dig up the seeds that are sewn.Alone now he thinks thoughts to which he is prone: “O! What is solace if not a dark room?A room dark like d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275878/ Musings on Happiness I feel that I am much drawnTo the darkness, but I’ve lessAffection for a personOf unequalled happiness I beseech that you feel angerAnd I dare you to despiseI prey that you feel sadnessShed a tear, I’ll dry your eyes When cheer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275873/ Inevitable Growing, swelling, always growing,Never stops, no, never knowing,Expanding to a bulbous beast,Still getting larger, never ceased,Still it grows, ‘til this very day,God help he who gets in its way,Harder, better, faster, stronger,Always wider, always longer,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275872/ Distance Without you foreverIf it’s been a day.The distance between us,How far I can’t say,Forever increasing.As I reach to touchYour fair hand I plummetAnd frightened I clutchAt the air where you were.You watch as I fallAppearing to have notA care, not at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275871/ Decay Cinder tumbling down a building sheerA faint ringing penetrates my earsAnd all will fallDarkness The quaking earth never truly restsA sharp crushing pain within my chestAnd all will fallEnding Horsemen chasing, pounding hooves break stonesStruggling to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/samsummers/275868/