http://slow.writerscafe.org/RWarwick The original writings of author R. Warwick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776200486 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Choose the path you wish to read and follow the Riverman's path... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/283472/ A sad tale of a lonely soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/283471/ A Poke at religion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/283470/ Written at a paticularly cynnical point in my life...im nearly out of it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/283469/ What will become of our planet? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/283466/ For Uncle Don http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280996/ my heart to she who left and did not return http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280988/ Something a little darker from my earlier years, I have changed a lot since this but it is still important in my evolution as a writer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280985/ Aunt Fizzle's Kidnapped A creep a google bird a sneer, but as well asdo as well as hear, abomination kipling here, butstrife and stood are menacing gear. Troopy doop a wonder song, is what a true flapper'swrong, the differ quarter smell as near, fee fi fo fumfear. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280982/ An epic love poem, of my unicorn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280978/ Jerry slammed his heel down on the gas pedal hard; he wasn’t waiting for another single second to jump into his truck with him, there was nothing gonna stop him short of car trouble, and he was pretty handy with the inner workings of a truck. A bead of sweat made its way down his left temple a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280533/ A haunting tale of something sinister growing in the desert http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280532/ The cold wind blew hard, harder than it used to, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear, I remember being so cold that I couldn’t feel my toes, it was Tuesday, I remembered the day because it was food day for section 6, that was the section I was allocated, you never forget food day wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280530/ Fundamentalist Britain is surrounded by a huge wall and society as we know it has changed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280529/ A tale of betrayal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280525/ Well I don't knowJust what I heardFom a drunken hanger on A journey tookto a magic placewhere it forever remains dawn Well I don't knowI think I'll goTo Jea'deu Just hush your hole& you'll be toldthe path that I have learned& then you'll knowexp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280522/ The masters clock made me forgotAbout what is what and what is notI have to tilt my head this wayMy eyes don’t burn if I look awayMy captain speaks the rules of playI paid by bleeding me todayWe’re not so different don’t you knowAs different as black and white….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280521/ Inspired by every soul who died for what they believe in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280520/ Demons once had dreamed beforeTraveled through to thoughts of yoreMatches burned the darkest doorLeave me be I did imploreI thought of her as did beforeMy love for her ends nevermore Leave me in my darkest hourI close my eyes and dream of powerThe lamplight shines on sweet not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280518/ The theme of this poem is the most commony used theme in all of literature...lost love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280517/ Once again perception is the key http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280516/ A short and sweet little tale of a man content to simply free his soul through the majesty of Jazz, and nothing more (Part 2) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280515/ A short and sweet little tale of a man content to simply free his soul through the majesty of Jazz, and nothing more (Part 1) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280514/ For Michael and Hilary Warwick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280513/ My single favourite piece of work I have ever written, never have I put more work in to someting as I have with this, and rarely am I ever content with the result. This will be etched on my gravestone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280511/ my second favourite poem I have ever written, I believe this is a deep insight in to the human condition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280510/ The first and last steps are never the sameIf you learn with your ears, and your heart, and your brainIt's the steps in between, and the journey that cameGoing round in a spiral would drive me insane That leaky truth that bled from your scars, spoke more than words to meI am weary f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280508/ All of my work is a matter of perception for understanding http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280507/ A poetic tale of a curious man that comes to visit a small town http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280503/ An introduction to a small book of poetry I have compiled http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280501/ Shadows and dust in place of yore            In clace they cannot know cannot comprehend                        What they say are s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280499/ A simple pleasant poem of little town beside the sea, I am proud of this work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280498/ I'm donald duck               I'm Jesus Christ               I'm Albert EinsteinI'm living here          &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280495/ A creep a google bird a sneer, but as well asdo as well as hear, abomination kipling here, butstrife and stood are menacing gear. Troopy doop a wonder song, is what a true flapper'swrong, the differ quarter smell as near, fee fi fo fumfear. Pixies dragons chopstick drums, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280494/ This poem is of particular significance to myself as it is an obscure projection of my view of the world and the things that are going on around me, put into its most simplest form, perhaps too obscure for some. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280493/ The second chapter delves deep into the main chaacter's past to shed some light on to why he is like he is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280492/ The opening chapter of my novel shows the introduction of the main character and his journey into the deathly city of which he has not seen in ten years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280490/ This is the first and only novel I have completed to date about a vengeful ex-cop who returns to a city after a decade of absence to take revenge on the crime lord running the city. The ex-cop must work his way up killing his way through the entire syndic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280488/ A tale of a mysterious place travelled to upon a night where anything could happen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280486/ A dark tale of a small girl who discovers a horrifying secret about her own house upon the strike of midnight, and her attempts to survive the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280485/ A true story of a love that might have been, if I dared to take a chance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280483/ 200 word story about a dirty cop who is caught at the scene of a crime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RWarwick/280482/