<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Pierce Bryant | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/PierceBryant</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Pierce Bryant</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776106275</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Achilles</title>
			<description>Too what saves versus what I want to save</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2090153/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Misogyny</title>
			<description>  &amp;ldquo;To burn me on to my death will prevent my virtues decay, martyr me by fire and you shall preserve the legacy of my convictions.&amp;rdquo;  The men that made circle around her did not stir at her words, as came one from the encompassing who brought torch to her bound feet.  From the beginning s..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2077696/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>None so Many</title>
			<description> Seven steps past gone, I have not the respect to fight the  grips of restraint tithing my intentions.Breaking at every bend, calling past personas to remedy their consequence.Several steps past, and the grudge is amid his own false conclusion.Bending the broken as reproof, twisted means f..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2050177/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Psalms of Fire: Heaven Holds A Place For Few</title>
			<description>Beginning of a ramble</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2050165/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Psalms of Fire: Bloodletting</title>
			<description>Vengeance against self</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2046983/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Chronicles of a Sleepless Mind: Christening</title>
			<description>Late night toils with a little word play</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2041395/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Definition of Love in 10 Words or Less...</title>
			<description> ...and she said, &quot;No, absolutely not&quot;</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2041297/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A Quiet French Clown</title>
			<description>To the secondhand man, what is it you dream?  To flatter the world with your imitation?  Plagiarize each letter read through recital?  The next grand sing-a-long song to abuse and call your inspiration?  But what of the first man?  Is each there after a pitied image of him?  And to what ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2041281/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Depressed &amp; Still</title>
			<description>Endless search of the final difference</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/2041280/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Devil's House of Crude (exerpt)</title>
			<description>Boy Thomas shyly prepositioning Angel Agnes to a future meet.  Angel Agnes is a young girl who was wrongly hanged under the assumption of witchcraft but instead of death she became cursed.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1963188/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dissolved by Solution</title>
			<description>...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1905554/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Sacrificial Offering</title>
			<description>Effortless comes the conjuring.Twisted forms the shape to someday's despairChristening guileless mind,The shift from soft phantasms toward their end of time.Warden-pride.Self-assumed, delusion begs the wanderer forwardGrifted paths sing the praise to hopeless success.Amicable comes the..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1875060/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Psalms of Fire</title>
			<description>Some fires have distinct composureWhile some burn with arbitration to insanity.Lucky to find one so contemptuousPrecociously vivid in portrayal,What a bore it would be if thou were any other.As acrimonious by night thy leaves me to dream,Rapture me not from scrutinyMake me burn slow, I..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1875033/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Whisper</title>
			<description>I attempted to write a parody to Edgar Allen Poe's: The Raven when I was a young sprout.  I actually wrote it in a matter of 10 minutes just before my assignment was do as I decided never to edit</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1290461/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Heaven's Lost Scope</title>
			<description>Girl that couldn't be achieved</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1290451/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Daytime Hauntings</title>
			<description>Misshapen hopes and dreams</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1290449/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Crow</title>
			<description>Kindest friends I know</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PierceBryant/1290447/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>