http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gdevans The original writings of author Devons en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984235 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a little dirt under the skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1588110/ Ina moment she was gonewalkedout of my lifethoughshe hadn't even reallywalkedinshecaught my eyeandI caught hersaflicker of recognitionbutas she strode pastalas,so I held my positionShewas everything I wantedwithoutever knowing itthoughrecalling her f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1586797/ Idon't need a gunthoughI feel you think I'm packingit'sin my head, of my mind,throughmy brainsIcan walk in the sunshinehearthe breeze-shuffled leavesairsprites licking at my heels,andyou don't know who I am.Youdon't see it at my hip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1573752/ D is Divorce http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1571726/ Apotter daily potters in the potting-shedawooden hut of memories, shed but keptinyears' souvenirs, moment-pieces pasthismind misinterprets them, eyes move too fastfurtivelyrandom, squirreling awaybitsgo, things stay, gathering nuts in Mayantiquesand rubbish, to the rodent a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1562438/ Yourdress would look good on my floorandyour stockings tied round my wristsI'vehad these kind of thoughts beforefeelthe squeeze in the grip of my fistandthe vice of the soul on my brainfromthe pressure of steam from the fireboilinglogic in greed for the gainhot,spitting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1559599/ Ode to cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1557021/ It breaks but isn't brokenIt sinks but doesn't drownthe damage often spokenthe pain, a different sound.It beats but doesn't batterIt flies but has no wingsthe mind succumbs to matterwhere the angel flutter sings.It cracks but doesn't crumbleIt lives but always dieslove is just a fumblegrasping throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1545273/ Though you may not even dare to dreamso hope dreams on eternalthe possibility of goodis always understoodwhile the mind so wise and knowingprotects you from the knifethe soul takes lies and cunningto secretly seduce your heartand take her for a wifeYour eyes have seen the smile beforeyour ears have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1042466/ The balance of poweris weakness on both sideslove is fearand fear is its strengthon the side of the enemybut also on yours.Trust is the keyand also the flawthe prize is magnificentthe penalty is deaththe unknown is changeand trust never knows.His life, her lifetwo lovers, two spiesin the other's h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/1040986/ How beautiful she looks in the morning. Like a canvas of nature. I can see the subtle freckles on her nose, like a drowsy five-year-old falling asleep in Daddy’s arms. Her tousled hair and her warm fresh skin, she’s a cool clean blanket on a hot summer night. How I love her in the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/984633/ She's near enough to feelbut far too close to seeI know the formand the excited heatthe shape of the bodybeneath the sheetThe grasping, the gettingthe taking and givingthe wanting and the havingthe cold-sweat-feetExclamations of exultationa want of cheap sensationIt takes imaginationto thrash hot me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/970186/ Sadly, I knowReality’s no dreamAnd a dream’s no realityUnless it comes trueAnd when a dream becomes realityIt’s no longer so cleanAnd sadly, we knowReality’s no dreamIs this just imaginationThat sensations are dreamsAnd we dream of sensations?This is just how it seemsBy night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/966284/ Feel the pressure of the sound thetelephone makesA ringing like a knocking at the door ofyour fearSomeone rattling the handle and rappingthe hollowGnawing and niggling you, and nagginglike a wifeA chilling reminder of unspent guiltOr something you did wrong and you ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/771509/ Years uponyearsPaid for insweatDirty money,taintedWith bloodand tears And for manymore of toilThe Lordgives us this dayOur dailybreadWith ahandful of soil Work to liveOr live toworkThe ideal isthe same, a choiceBy no othernam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/767477/ And he said:“That girl, on the screen -Looks like your Ex..”Yes, she did. Yes, she did...Remember the sex!He said:“Yeah, she was all right.”And: “You know, one day you’ll look backand say ---Why did I ever leave THAT?!!”Yes, I did. Yes, I did.…Cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/764776/ So lifebegins at 4020, 50,30, 10And theyalways say “It’s never too lateTo beginagain”10, 20,30, 4050 or moreYou’vebeen there, seen itAnd doneit allAnd heardit all before Tears whenI was 17For everythingI&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/762657/ Blue skies for dreaming and loving and longingRiding in the sunshine, the breeze through your hairWatercolour picnic in an oak tree shadeCool white sheets on a bird-sung morningTrailing hands through a cornfield in a bright summer dressThe echo of music that’s blown on the windWhite-wine-islan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/727331/ Success is a victoryIn a game against failureIt cannot be won without the otherYet it’s played in a cellDisenchantment, the jailerAnd one is the other one’s brotherYet success fears failure More than failure fears eitherGreat pains to be taken in winningAnd wise men who say:“c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/722590/ I deny all accusations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/642475/ Black can be whiteand white can be blackwith a shadowy greynessof indecision in betweenWhere diplomacy liesand honesty hidesLike the child in our soulShould be unheardand unseenAnd taught the lesson verbatim:Sticks and stones May break their bonesBut words will never hurt them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/638311/ excerpts in italics from 'Together We Are Beautiful' by Fern Kinney (1980) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/633459/ It'sjust an old storysomewherefading awaybetweenthe end and another beginningItbegins with romanceandends with nothingbutan inconclusive post-mortemMurderor suicideoraccidental deathlove'sjust a future laid to wasteAllthe plans and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/631420/ "To absent friends!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/627174/ An urban myth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/625215/ Of course, there's some starving child somewherein some hot, arid countrywith flies buzzing about its eyesas though assuming it's deadIt's too weak to wave them awayWhat's my hollowness and depression?As the sun beats down like a fire on Mars.The news just said another soldier's deadanother car bomb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/599065/ Don't forget that a dreamis not always a good thingLike this world that I live inwas once upon a timeimagination sublimeto a scientific dreamerwho dreamt of controllingand drugging the peoplewith imaginary ringsthrough their undiscerning nosesattached to his stringsand pulled past the rosesto graze .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/592334/ based on a 'true' story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/591302/ Imagine yourself meat shoved into an oven Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittensMutual suffocation from human gasses Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittensBody heat raging from ten-to-the-dozen Brown paper packages tied-up with stringAnd two-per-square-foot of us are heaps of molasses Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/585563/ "I am the man," the President said,"who accompanies Mrs. Kennedy.."Good weather, top downthe glossy black LincolnContinental and newpaint as freshas freshly-sliced fleshshiny as a hearsethat's never been used.Motorcade glamourflashing lights and badgeshead-snap, skull-flapZapruder-red flowersand blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/582680/ 6am. Wake up. Horror.Brush teeth, freshen face.Doubt belief. Straighten faith.Just have to get on with it.It's got to be done.Check the time: 0609.Shower? Rush.No time. Bus.Dress. To kill.Dying to eat.Breakfast. Tea.Look. Don't see.Function body.Focus mind. 0639.Don't think! Don't think!Just stay in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/579736/ Waiting, soaked to the skin, no room in the shelterfor that miserable little bus, the nation's little helperto pull you out from this day of greythis dreary alternative to the Book of RevelationsJudgement is the cold, studied drizzleand the silent resignationsthat this is life and this is realand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/576731/ For those unfamiliar with the story, the SS Californian was the ship which lay nearest to the Titanic when she was in distress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/575554/ A recurring beautiful dream he hasit comes unbidden and uncontrolledyears apart but of no timebut always summerhe's young or oldA white imagining, cool white wallscool white floor and cool white lightpure, clean, and virgin as the billowing breezeare the gauze-thin linen drapes shaped by the freshne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/573454/ I've done my jobrunning the rat-raceshunning the sunperpetual clock-watchingnightmares of screaming alarmsShortened sleep disturbed by tomorrowsof half-shadow morningsageing the skin and ringing the eyesof a time-stamped existencescheduled-in and filing-outImpaled to a deskor chained to hard labours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/567949/ Blood, blood, vainglorious bloodRusset-rivered tracks in molasses of mudFollow me, followdown to the hollowand wallow.Inglorious blood.Carcasses, carts, lost tins and innardsBully-beef guts of squashed caterpillarsUrine-dried khaki and trench-foot stenchRain-soaked sweat in a gangrene clenchMore slu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/564655/ Old school reminiscences.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/561101/ Nothing inspires her like loveAnd nothing is what she writesbut in oh so many wordsNothing is what she's left withAfter one more torrid affairbut she puts it into wordsThen, having squeezed nothing dryLike a cloth, she uses it againrepeating the process - in wordsDifferent words, that is, of nothing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/559894/ Antenna and feelers picking up scentDescends upon flowers, the honey well-spentHops bed-to-bed, escapes vent-to-ventA meander on breezeswith hovering intentIts vacuum absorbing all that is brightConsumption for colour, all red, black, and whiteFlawless, yet fragile, a glorious sightFearsome to preda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/559644/ It doesn't take much of an imagination to think about sex. Right down through the ages since the dawn of time it's always been on people's minds. It would be a gross under-exaggeration to say that the average human being thinks about it at least every hour of the day. Whether it be a blessing or a c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/558977/ based on a true event http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/557482/ She is quite pretty, that you'll seesweet and lovely, naturallysort of girl you'd fall in love withand of the kind you dream to marrybut step beyond her bedroom doorand once inside there, she's a w***e! She's daddy's little girl, you seeand mummy's grown-up princess, shedeligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/556892/ the extraordinary, the ordinary, and marriage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/556535/ The dandelions watchbut their vigil lasts not longby comparison of Manthough his is nothingto tree and to stone From a branch once hung thievesatop the tower, archersin the field laid loversdifferent lives, different erasdifferent deaths, different tortures The view.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/556478/ Consider yourself warned. This anecdote is of a sexual nature and may be offensive to women of a sensitive disposition ..(which probably means you're gonna read it anyway). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/556084/ made-up entirely from song titles by Blondie... NB Debbie Harry is one blonde who is not dumb. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/555232/ It lights my way; to me, a cureBut chain-link of some ‘said’ diseaseNarcotic, fuming-scent, allureBut sure to bring me to my knees. Crack the carton! Splash the ash!Deal the tubes, and up & torch ‘em!Read the science, do the mathHeed the warnings: di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/554884/  The essence of nature:2/3 water, 1/3 pressureTo drown in, be crushed byTo master, to conquerWin battles, lose the war. Where once was a keeperA robot saves soulsA light-tower on stonesOf man-made defianceBut electric reliance. For Time is a weaponThe ele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/553815/ read down left then down right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/553492/ King of spiritKing of feelinghe was crowned one dayand all was gold.Regent of discoveryand princely successhe found it one daybut could he possess? One day, in horrorhe found a new trickthat all that was goldat his touch, became brickdecayed in his handthe gold turned to sandthe substance t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gdevans/552681/