http://slow.writerscafe.org/tsmillie The original writings of author Meh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem about the east end of Brighton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/585384/ Mr Brooks loved his clock.  He loved to refer to it as a ‘long case clock’ and sulked when someone referred to it as a grandfather.  His father had bought it when he was a child.  Mr Brooks had only been vaguely aware of its presence in the house when young.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/393723/ Part II http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/393722/ The beginning of a book (hopefully) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/393721/ A poem I wrote today (26th March 2009) whilst in bed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/392174/ This is what I have made- a man of gypsumpoised to flake in the merest breezeto melt in a timid shower a man on a vinerounded and tender to the eyestill not ripe under skin a man withinhand made swaddlethe cold without a sure fire schem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/392080/ With shopping trolley full of purring heads(pet sitters still a distant folly),we tripped, flipped to the track               that would roll us upto the Spanish City. We took over a carriage, us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/391714/ Are you up there,dressed carefully in the clouds,showing gifts to strangers,smiling at day old tans? Are you out there,sat in a place on the coast,filleting choice memories,for a blank scrapbook? Are you in there,behind your perilous eyes,somewhere b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/391713/ I seem to have misplaced this book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tsmillie/391712/