http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamDavidson The original writings of author Sam Davidson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's all a bit nostalgic, just like it should be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/511056/ A discourse on life and love in Ottava Rima http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/506569/ A Villainelle, written last year in a particularly weird stretch of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/506567/ The colour or the PM? You decide... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/468517/ This may eventually be a play. For now, it's my attempt at writing a short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/454680/ Co-validation will hurt my tortured stateBut I have no energy leftTo prove the doubters wrong, and they believeI'm a poet I'm a limerent philosopher KingExiled to the mountainsI will never again face the wooded plainsOf my inheritenceIn the city the traitors parade beneath ste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/447529/ An escapade into Imagism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/441082/ Humanity was born in the wildernessAnd given unto mankind from natalityWas the dream-task And in the dream,Those who came to know the wildernessUnto them came GodWho gave them the life-task And they built templesAnd later they built citiesBut many tribal cities fell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/441070/ A man took his three children to the beach,The children played in the sand. The first child took his bucket and built a sandcastle,And called the sand a home. The second child took his spade and dug a hole,And called the sand a garden The third child looked at both,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/436612/ Feelings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/431918/ The grass is littered with fallen AngelsAnd the ghosts of my generation's angst They lay themselves low for the price of forgettingThe desperation in their souls The world that now won't be is their inheritanceAnd suicide is their comfort When all other doors are clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/431427/ I who slept before the lightAnd roused as it grew dimAre conqueror of man and worldThy own eternity grim I took thy Kings and EmperorsMocked their awesome thronesIn a different pomp I laid them lowWith dirt adorned their bones I took your children sleepingLaid them sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/429078/ One day, I promise I'll sum up the feeling that's resounded throughout my youth; it has no name but it's still a single emotion. If I get some cure for my manic depression soon, this song may be one of my last attempts. Being in love kind of mixes up the http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/428823/ It's far too easy being deadBut hard to reconnectWhen floating in a bodiless hazeWhere minutes take their time for daysOne assumes life to still reflectThe solid things you like to neglect Like those that took your sanityThat you found too hard to loveAnd in tones of soft pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/428477/ Depressive titlez meanz Bipolarz http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/418470/ We meet some of the bad guys and Davies is given an assignment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/418034/ We meet our hero and find out how he first became involved with Military Intelligence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/416738/ A spy thriller set in the sixties concerning an Oxford University student who is drawn into the shady world of espionage and counter-espionage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/416733/ This can be seen as a companion piece for the rather horrifically-named "A Graveyard for the West" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/407595/    Picture a man. It'd be misleading to call him a boy. Picture the wild look in his eyes, something of that desperate millennial nihilism. End of the Century sort-of angst. If you wanted to be cynical you could say he was crying but personally I don't like to pry into my own busi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/407517/ Intro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/407511/ A new project of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/407510/ I'm not having a good time right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/406909/ I got into a depressive mood in the underground today which passed very quickly leaving me regretful and ashamed that I could have felt so loathing of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/400345/ A kind of chaotic thought-stream about several things.. including lard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/394395/ A reflective poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/378645/ Written to mark the end of Summer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/349084/ This is a poem in three parts written over today and yesterday. It describes various recent events in my life with a rather heavy-handed pinch of symbolism and the like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamDavidson/347972/