http://slow.writerscafe.org/gdenham The original writings of author Gene Denham en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185197 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To some we are heroesTo others we are wannabesBut we are just people who did a jobAnd got pretty participation awards Many of us have felt guilt for not doing moreSome of us have even felt shameBut some of us have been shown the lightBy one more mighty than us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/2866773/ Who is driving the van?Is it beast or man?What is the theme of the dance?Is it planned or chance?When was I a foreigner?Was it while you were a coroner?Where is the preoccupation?Will it lead to rationalization?Why must there be separation?Does it give you vindication? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/2866772/ I come from a family with a long history of militaryservice.  I have a brother who served inKuwait and cousins who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan.  One of them is a also a gold medal paralympian.Growing up, I enjoyed hearing my dad's stories about his time in theMarines. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/2866771/ For centuries, nay millennia - one word has dominated human minds. It has been de-bated by poets, theologians, philosophers, and laymen alike. Why?Why are we here? Why do we exist?What is the meaning of life?Contrary to the mice, it isn’t forty-two.Is it love? Is it to server a higher pur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/2866770/ He's kept the secret for so longThe dirty prison hidden awayHorrendous beasts within must stayFor to unleash them would be wrongAlone at night, when on bended kneeHe argues that is for the human raceThat he must lie and don a foreign faceHis soul is prisoner and his sanity the keyIn others, he witne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/2866768/ The first murder was easy. Dave carried it out while riding a tidalwave of adrenaline and fear. He followed every instruction from hismentor, his tormentor, his savior. His life had been saved by theloss of another. Butch hauntingly reminded him of this fact over thelast six months. B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1229789/ Strange men break into the house and kill Veronica's mother. She attempts to escape by running into the woods. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1198174/ Davis is on the run from the law. Wounded, he decides to hide in the abandoned oil town of Black Water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1198171/ If we turn the keyAnd open the doorWill we find illusion?Or discover fantasy?If we look in the mirrorAt the image reflectedWill we see ourselves?Or meet a stranger?If we scale the wallAnd bare our heartsWill we experience love?Or drown in misery?If we search our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1197404/ Hello, Mrs. BrownYes, those are lovely flowersYour daughter left them?That was thoughtful of herHow are you today, Mr. Crandall?Who is that with you?Nice to meet you, Mrs. CrandallThat is a very pretty dressWell, if it isn't little TimmyBorn twelve years agoAnd yet, onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1197403/ Time for teaAnd to smell the sweet rose.What does it matterIf we do or not?We will liveAnd we will die.We turn to dustWhen the curtain falls.Fertilizer for the rose.No more tea parties.No more crumpets,Laughter or tears.Only a boxIn our Mother's womb. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1197400/ Revolving cloudsOf black fantasyEndlessly circlingAround our hollow shells Hiding the path of illusionFrom our feeble eyesKeeping us guessingAs to which way to turn There is no guiding lightNo divine scout interferingOnly our blind judgmentIs there to lead us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1197399/ I know she’s out thereWatchingWaitingI can feel her hungerBurningGrowingI walk to the windowClosingLockingI hang the herbs thereHopingKnowingI hear her whisperCallingMystifyingI know she will comeWantingNeedingI will face herFallingInvitingI shall be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/gdenham/1197398/