http://slow.writerscafe.org/m%20j%20hutton The original writings of author M J Hutton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776132744 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The dark musty canalIs illuminated by the white crystal mistHovering on the morningAt winter's request, This beautiful white fogBlanket's us,In this sceneWe could never have envisagedFor many a year. She threads her arm through mine.The geese cryThe ducks call.I look at her profile,Her sub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741361/ A new year is creeping in,On the backOf a silent windSitting up before the turn of the clockDrinking beerAccompanied with Baileys and iceWatching classic horror films on the DVDBecause the TV offers nothing else.This year's burialThe man who raised me as a sonThe fights, the rows, but ultimatelyThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741360/ So I'm blessed,They tell me.....Because I have everything.....EverythingA man could wish for.....But I have nothingWithout you..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741358/ 00.43 amSipping ale,Again,Watching Jason Bourne 1,2 & 3Seeing myselfAll Matt Damon.Yeah meAmid all the bravadoFisty cuffs,Bloody noseBruised knucklesAll those things I've long sinceAspired to move onFrom.MSN news headlines,Starvation,Nuclear declarations,Ice cap meltings12 year old fatherin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741357/ Today,Has been the worst,Since....We last parted.I don't know why,Or how, butLogicAnd time.....So called healing space...WasObliterated today....Nullified,And I missed you.....Like I have neverMissed,AnyoneOr anythingIn any of my previous hoursOr life's.....Today,Boxing Day,The day that gainedIt's n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741355/ My hand still holds pensThat want to write lines,About youThough redundant, they are resourcefulThey vacate the holeThat drips into my equation,A lifetime of material to gather from,An eternity to subscribe on someoneNow sadly defunctIn my future,I stand on train platformsWhere we once stood,I drink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741352/ You have this incredible knack......Of making me feel.......Like,I can live without a pulse.....Because you,Supply, The very heart rate and adrenalineRequiredTo survive,In a worldWhere I often feelAlone..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741350/ I feel the cold breezeThrown,From the cold cast sea before meWhose morning wavesLisp,Against the atmosphere......The warmth Of day beckonsYet I'm alone,Chilled, by my solitudeDeflated byMy ineptitudeTo cope,With your loss.......Breaking on the horizon,The golden orbGlows in the darknessIncandes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/741349/ The long grey rectangular tower blocks,Which run in a ruled straight line For as long as the retina will allow,Stand impregnable under the skylightA testament to mans crass instinct –The corridors are cold, The pathways are dampThe young wait for nothing, The elderly suffer c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250945/  His tale is immense in its originality,Scary for revealing mans vulnerability,Shocking, brutal and dam right mentalHis story makes me weep for mankind –In my minds eye I can see himKicking a ball across the uneven playgroundBig, lacking skill, yet dedicated in playHow was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250941/ My rage as a child knew no bounds.It was a raw destructive animalThat had no strategy or cover.It bore no tactical nous of maneuver.Held no plans for a bright futureAnd leapt wildly from the confines Of acceptance, It was a belligerent beast of destruction.No fence, border or man, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250940/  I’d like to take the timeTo thank you, forNot laughing at me,When,I offered to cook you a mealAnd in my culinary imaginationProceeded to cook you spaghettiPasta, with nothing but a plain Ragu sauce poured over it,No meat, onions or mushrooms,No herbs, salt or spices.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250939/  D’ya know what?I know we use the wordAnd term, headcaseFar too randomly,We abuse the very fragmentsOf its sentiments,In an exaggeration ofA tale we’d like to dress up,But believe me, he wasA right f*****g nutcase,A true loony in the properSense of the word, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250938/  I don’t know who it was, butSome f*****g dick,Spiked me bleeding drink.Some warped, audacious,Twisted little git,Went and spiked me f*****gDrink!Yeah –Whether it was an E, Or a trip, it done theBloody trick –See –We were at a dance,Having a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250937/  Damage,Irreparable damage.Damage to our friendshipDamage to our futureLives –Damage.Behaviour and motionsThat will change ourPerceptions, of the peopleWe were,To the person we mayOne day become –Damage. Behaviour,Behaviour that shattersBehavio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250935/  In the early days,In the very beginningsOf our beautifully Formed relationship,It was a bit of fun,A bit of a giggle,That started out As a bit of a laugh –But then –But then she got ridiculous,You know,She even named her flatAfter the Death Star!And she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250934/ The harbor is nearing.The summer evening is bestowedBy glistening stars andScented winds of tamarinds.I close my eyes,The ferry chops throughThe purple ocean, in it’sFinal surge against theTide before we reach port.My eyes reopen,The Isle’s inhabitants haveTurned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250933/ You call her nameShe turns,And laughs.The most beautiful thingIn the history,Of God’s alleged kingdom.She has no conceptOf cancer or disease,She has no ideaOf warfare or starvation.You want to protect herFor eternity,But know that you can’t.For one dayShe&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250932/  I remember the old manWith his cans of beer andShots of whiskey,Splattered across the furnitureWith his ill fitting dentures,And mountain range beer gut.He would tell me of affairsHe’d had behind mum’s back,Of past and distant lovesHe’d seduced before I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250930/  I will reserve a dream for you,When my awareness un-windsAnd I enter sphere sleep. I will save a thought for you,Every time I enter a boozerAnd recall your lectures. The heart is a muscleThat can easily be bruised,Its self-centered egoCan be kicked out of tune.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250929/ Stony clad, pebble dashed,Nineteen thirties,An eyesores worst nightmare.This is your house,This is your world, your innerSanctum, of love, peace and harmony,Well…..apparently.But the arguments withinThe constant squabbling,Have worn you down,They have wrecked the foundat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250928/ There’s a dirty old buggerWorks down the local pool,There’s a dirty f*****g pedophileWho wants to get hold of you.He wears polo tops and trainersThat are stained and unkemptAnd tries to conceal his fat bellyWith tracksuit bottoms that expand.All the girls are safe thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250927/ Sacred girlYou said I drink too muchAnd you’re probably rightBut I’m still alive. Sacred girlYou said I’ve read too muchAnd you’re probably rightSo read between my lines. Sacred girlYou said I think too muchAnd you’re probably right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250926/ Bathing in the glorious aftermathOf a lukewarm spring shower,The spider crawls along hisDamp glistening web, eagerly Anticipating his woven trap to shudder.The trees are shining and glossyAs if laminated by the rain,A hundred birds sing in timeEnticing the worm to rise. You and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250925/  The oceans are risingThe ice caps are melting,I’m stuck in the bookiesWith an old bloke rambling. A drought in AfricaThe sub continent starveI’ve bought some canestenFor the thrush on me knob. The rain forests are deadDictators commit genocideArs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250923/  The open book,The clicking clock,The unspeakable soundOf distant traffic,A TV set’s inaudible Programmes, Distorted by the studPartition wall.The turn of a page,The blink of an eye.Channel hoping at randomBut none have caughtYour waning eyes –A third cup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250922/  A soft rain begins to fall,And a mother grabs her child’s hand.Evening is upon us,It barges in as if on steroidsRampant, fretful and full of suspicion –The clear marble moon aboveHas returned, with his dark fabricCoat of night – My heart is heavy,Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250920/  The pale yellow sun rises quietlyAcross the double-glazed window.The panes are stained by dampThe frames are screaming for repair –I hear the radio swimming its soundsUp from the kitchen through the hall,A spoon clinks on a cupThe bread jumps hot from the toaster. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250919/ She stands in the graffiti linedConcrete playground,Pushing her youngest childBack and forth on the creaking swings.Her greasy matted peroxide maneNeeds a wash and a cut,The style isn’t even last yearsIt’s extinct. Her child is happySafe with his mother –.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250916/  I can’t explainOr comprehend,Decipher,Fathom,Understand –Why my feelings have wanedTo the point of invisibility –I just don’t understand – I can’t work outUnder the stillnessOf a city sunset,Why my feelings spiral,With the go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250914/  The leaves are fallingFrom the trees,They are reluctant,Like soldiers returningTo the front –They fall on a landscapeAnd will never return – The oak is weary,The ash is tired –Clothes that have beenTucked awayNeatly in drawersAre removed from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250913/  Stella,The bird I was seeing,And not,The fine Belgium lager,Was starting,To do my head in –Yep,Stella,My muse of the momentMy divine creature of light,Whose dark sultry featuresComplemented,Her delicate olive skin –Stella,A child from the IslandOf Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250912/ I’ve discovered books, But –I can’t tell me mates –Orwell, Lorca and Sillitoe,But,I can’t tell my mates – I mean,Imagine what they’d say?Imagine what they’d think?He’s gone all gay –He’s gone all weird &nda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250911/  The Thames is silent tonightAs if in mourningAt the passingOf our once perfectRomance –The rivers are silent tonight. The Avon is still tonightIn deep reflectionAt the painful annulmentOf our once glorious Love affair –The rivers are still tonight.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250910/  The distant storm gathers momentum,Chiding the pale white sunset into Feeble submission –Sitting potently on the town’s skyline,Yellow adders of lightening are Accompanied by,Drum rolls of thunder,That nullifies the sultry stuffy climateThat has stifled the popula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250908/  He had a million answersTo a thousand questionsChrist, he could talk –And every time you’d mentionA subject,He’d have an opinion on it,He’d all off a sudden becomeThis big f*****g authorityOn a topic he really Knew nothing about,Christ he could tal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250907/  I woke from a hang over ofImmense magnitude,And my head Was a kilo of jelly,I trod delicately to the kitchen, And reached for the kettle, inA desperate bid to rehydrateMy sugarless system.I looked at the clock andHalf the day had vanishedThe afternoon sun was a glazeOf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250906/ The stillness of the cityTakes me by surprise,I climb the rank stairwellTo the top of the block,Step out onto the tarmac roofAnd peer across the receding fortressOf London under night, Lustrous lights burn intenselyCreating a fuzzy incandescent glowThat gives one the impre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250904/  The trees and roses swayIn unison from the song of The wind, lisping its rhyme Through the stems and leaves – Traffic from the evening rushHour, hums gently in the distanceWhile we lay on the grassWith our eyes averted to the Heavens – A man with s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250903/  Slumber…..Ancient primitive sensationsOf memory foreplay.Dwindling then dwellingFreely fallingRunning coarsely.From the vertebrateTo the brain,Where the integrationOf all sensory inputsAppears to be workingOvertime….. Waking state…..My co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250901/  I gaze out across the oceanA huge silvery, blue blanketPulled up on the shrinking landscape –Seagulls hover effortlessly overheadAs the fisherman returnTo the harbour… She takes my palmAnd with her free handPulls up her collar, to stemThe subtle evening .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250899/  She had an airOf madnessThat exceeded any knownTo man, Proper barmy, mental and madYet,She was stunning, boy she Looked good,All the blokes and geezersWould cling to herLike…genital warts…But for me,I was the black spotThe one who wasn’tCoiled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250897/  Strained eyes,Struggling in the dim lightFlickering in a dense darknessContained by the closed curtains. I awake with her beside meThe dew of morningEvaporates into the greyBleak cosmetics of The concrete forest. I feel her sigh in her sleepHer sweet breath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250895/  The kid’s hanging off the topThe kid’s hanging off the top –Quick call the guardThere’s a kid hangingOff the top –Hanging off the top of The f*****g tower blocks car park,He is,He’s hanging offThe f*****g top –Ah don’t worry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250893/  Michael Faraday’s vast conductorSpreading like veinsThroughout the myriad streetsOf a dull sleeping city.The night bus homeThe midnight train,Compressed with drunks,Bulging with freaks,With me squeezed in the cornerSheltering a hard onUnder my bag – T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250892/  UndoubtedlyYou will never forgetThe times I called youPissed out me head. The howling dipsomaniacSlurring down the phoneWith threats of suicideI could never see through. But Christ it’s hardSo very, very hardJust to existSimply existKnowing that yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250891/  Gary was trying,Christ was he trying!Trying in a way, that aDetermined, resolute front line Squadron would be proud of,To stick his old chapUp his bird’s arse.Hah! But she Weren’t having none of it.No way,No f*****g wayNo chance Gal, hah!You see,Her mate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250890/  I rememberHow we’d makeSo-called plans,Like go to the cinemaOr for a stroll by the ThamesBut stay in bed instead.Where we’d drinkAnd screamOut act sordid sexual dreamsYou know,Those kind of things. I rememberHow you’d give me The hump, by se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250889/ What lovers doSay things they knowCould never be trueLike me and you. What lovers doMake promises,They know they can’t fulfilLike me and you. What lovers doAlways fall preyTo a jealous gameLike me and you. What lovers doDirect hostile wordsIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250888/  I seen her about,I don’t know who she is,But she’s f*****g gorgeous.I just don’t know who she is.I ain’t seen her Round here before.She’s better than the old slagsWe’re used to round hereWith their foul gob’s andMoody rings. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/m-j-hutton/250887/