<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Norman T | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/nortan</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Norman T</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1775990532</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>Bespoke English</title>
			<description>Only slightly rude - not crude or vulgar</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1716999/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Art- The bare facts</title>
			<description>A multi-limerick</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1714484/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Craftsman</title>
			<description>THE CRAFTSMAN&amp;nbsp;Waves frothed over theshingle, the liquid hiss creating a counterpoint with the percussive chatter ofthe stones as the water retreated to it's own element whilst preparing foranother abrasive attack on the shoreline.The man rubbed the dryingmixture of sweat and..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1713937/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Initiation</title>
			<description>He waiteduntil she had gone out, then turning to the other occupants of the room, hiseyes came to rest on the shapely lines of a woman dressed in a figure-huggingdark blue suit, who was standing by the red high backed Chesterfield..&amp;nbsp; Her blue eye shadow emphasised the nervousblink b..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1713537/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Forget the toothbrush if you like - but not your dressing gown.</title>
			<description>My recent actual experience.  No exaggeration.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1713521/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Finale</title>
			<description>Fear comes in many guises.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1713365/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Verily non-PC</title>
			<description>Why do they always say Amen in church?&amp;nbsp;Does it&amp;nbsp; just mean that one concurs.?&amp;nbsp;Or is it femalegender they wish to besmirch?For they only sing hymns, not hers.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1712544/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Time -  the enigma</title>
			<description>Time is&amp;hellip;..Past, Present, Future, Forever.We say it&amp;rsquo;s of the essence&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp; yet where&amp;rsquo;s it&amp;rsquo;s taste orsmell?There are hands of Time, but never legsYet it marches on quite well.And another small anomaly, which we should abrogate,Is that we say that..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1712050/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Flightmare</title>
			<description>If you're travelling abroad and you cannot affordthe time or the cost of a cruiseAnd being seasick round Biscay is considered too risky,then flying is the best thing to chooseNow, if you pay the top fare, travel first class by air,all the adverts show people relaxing.But what the brochures don't..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1710919/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Countdown</title>
			<description>God ! It's cold, but I have to wear this regulation clothing, which is not designed for these temperatures. &amp;nbsp;Six of us have been selected and we are forced to go down on our knees, &amp;nbsp;jammed against the metal supports.&amp;nbsp; No one has said a word and everyone is tense and shivering &amp;nbsp; &amp;..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1710090/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Somewhere in the Cotswolds</title>
			<description>Memories of an abandoned Church visited during a walking holiday.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1709696/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Eden Project BC. ( Before Cornwall)</title>
			<description>For those unfamiliar with the title, please see  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eden_Project
</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1708792/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>SHADOWS</title>
			<description>SHADOWSIt was one of thosebitterly cold January nights which made me glad that the heater in my ancient MorrisTraveller was working properly for once .&amp;nbsp;I would havepreferred to stay at home, and not make the journey as I dislike cold weather and almost regrettedthat I had ma..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1708089/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Thinking of &quot;U&quot;</title>
			<description>Up to now, I&amp;rsquo;d neverthought of&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;u&amp;rdquo;With&amp;nbsp;unduesentimentBut my pondering has broughtsome thoughts to mindOf how it&amp;rsquo;s sound can be cunninglybent.As a short vowel in&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;cup&amp;rdquo;, it&amp;rsquo;s still&amp;nbsp;uniqueWhich is something I can&amp;rsquo;t ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1708059/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>C'est La Ville</title>
			<description>Memories of the Languedoc.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1707459/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Philosophers  Can't Win</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;We all know Confucius to be&amp;nbsp;A famous name in PhilosophySo we ought to expectTo get his real name correctWhich should, of course, be Kung-Fu-zi.Socrates, it appears, had omittedTo have his teachings committedTo paper, and soIf it wasn't for PlatoWe might never h..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1706108/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Ultimate Optimism.</title>
			<description>When I reach that final day&amp;nbsp;And I am laid to rest,&amp;nbsp;Please don't put me on my back&amp;nbsp;With my hands across my chest. But turn me on my right hand side&amp;nbsp;With my forearm under my face.&amp;nbsp;It's called the recovery position.&amp;nbsp;And I want it ........just in case.Then, if they write an..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1705638/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Don't you ever smile?</title>
			<description>A short autobiography in free verse.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1705256/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Left behind.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Left Behind&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He sits there, silently, alone		The only movement is in his lips		As in silent language they intone&amp;nbsp;		The tales of his apocalypse.		He's in his pri..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1704918/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>How the Ten Commandments came to mankind.</title>
			<description>( With some anachronisms)When God devised the Ten Commandments(Before the days of advertisements)He carved them into tablets of stoneAnd travelled the world so they'd be shownThis model behavioural masterpieceAnd all would live in love and peace.He showed them to the leader of the TurksWho thought t..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1704565/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Don't mess with the Limerick</title>
			<description>Please ignore any spelling mistakes :-)</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1704127/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The embryonic sonnet</title>
			<description>THE EMBRYONIC SONNETI sit here gazing at the blank white page&amp;nbsp;Writing a new Shakespearian sonnetA style that has come from a bygone age&amp;nbsp;But, with modern words imposed upon it.I try in vain to summon up my MuseAs I contemplate the walls and ceiling&amp;nbsp;Trying to find phrases that would inf..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1703629/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Verdict</title>
			<description>As I sit here,listening to the comments from the judge, I feel a tightening in my chest and throat. Myfeet start to shuffle involuntarily and I'maware that several people are looking at me.&amp;nbsp;I don't particularly wantthem to think I'm taking any notice so I look into an empty space in f..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1703377/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>We're an Old Village Choir</title>
			<description>Memories are made of this</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1703371/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>STATE OF THE ARK</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When God flooded the firmamentHe instructed Noah to buildA floating semi-permanentRefuge, to be filledWith pairs of creatures, now on earth(For they were without &amp;nbsp;sin)But the human race wasn&amp;rsquo;t really worthThe space to to fit&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;in...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1702865/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Giants of Science</title>
			<description>Part of a series of multilimericks on a set theme.   I have coined them &quot;Clemericks&quot;  A Clerihew in Limerick form.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1702493/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Those were  the days</title>
			<description>a partial biography</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1702333/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Away with the Faeries</title>
			<description>Away&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;faeries(inspired&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;original&amp;nbsp;Irish&amp;nbsp;legend)&amp;nbsp;Beware&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;wand&amp;rsquo;ring&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Celtic&amp;nbsp;terrainIf&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;foot&amp;nbsp;kicks&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;pile&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;rocks.For&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;Dun,&amp;nbsp;th..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1702109/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Birth of Frankenstein</title>
			<description>A Tanti-lizing whimsy</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1701782/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>UMBRELLA</title>
			<description>THE UMBRELLAUmbrellas have never played a big part in my life. Ifind them a clumsy affectation when they are furled, unwieldy when opened.So Iwasn't particularly enthralled when this large green . white monstrosity waspresented to me along withthe new company car that I had just collected.&quot;J..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1701662/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>To 'Ell  Wiz Ze Villanelle.  </title>
			<description>If language fails you when passions are stirred&amp;nbsp;And subtle descriptive terms can't be found .&amp;nbsp;Just trust the French to provide the right word.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With only three lines and two rhymes incurred,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where are the nuances to be found&amp;nbsp;If language fails you when passions are..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1701053/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I can give you something for that.</title>
			<description>Dispensing dystopia</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1700481/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Blackberry Pie</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Blackberry&amp;nbsp;pie&amp;nbsp;was nearly the downfall of JackReynolds when he attended the Annual Staff dinner.He knew that he was being considered for the post of Public Relations Managerand the terse request from the Personnel Executive that he should give a shortspe..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nortan/1540578/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>