http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndrewJack The original writings of author Jack Baird en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108792 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short, silly tale of sales http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2803965/ A curtain rustlesThe breeze winds along the street Stirring up rubbish  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2776574/ Flowers in rainAnd fresh, green leaves Watching the paint dry,You sat in it  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2365256/ Fish We are out fishing Splashing the water Paddling in pairs And falling asleep We could have fishOr warm bedsAnd fish-less nights http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2174276/ The rain pours And sullenly she rubs the pale palms in her gloves   The tea's hot at homeand her hood's full of waterThat's how she knowsthe time has comeTo make a run for cover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2129458/ The jury stand confusedBashed with a bananaThe ripeness of the fruitPrevents a bruise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2076809/ Cecilia sits stillAt ease with it allTending her heart As it rises and fallsThe follies of folkAre a comfort to meLaughing or crying They bring me relief Silence is easy Sit down and seeWhatever has beenHas a reason in me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2076699/ TailorThere once was a tailor who wore waistcoats in all weathers. He could craft fine clothes from any material, silk, cotton,even hessian sack. His customers had their own preferences, but everyone left the tailor's shop satisfied. Sometimes the tailor grew tired of his work, but at the en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2076696/ RailroadedA tin grey shedAddled with rainSquats at the stationExceedingly plain A train thunders byUnder clouds barely dressedThe clock slowly ticks And the timetable's wet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2076577/ There once was a crab who was tired of his shell. He was one of those curious creatures who are called hermits because they carry their homes on their back. The truth is that these crabs are very friendly, but this is the story of a particularly solitary hermit. This crab was always complaining. He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2032003/ Is this what you think of me?You are taking libertiesI am what you cannot seePart of me is always freeAnd if you must show your handAt least try to understandYou know nothing more than meOf what it means to be  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2021961/ Somewhere I had lost our dream In looking for a lifeThe fruitless, solitary searchWas called off in the night.  Somehow we had found a wayOf living without strifeOur old, familiar ritesRemind me of a gentler time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2008633/ Show me the problemI'll close my eyesSettled it sits Like a bad dreamOut of proportion,Strangely arranged   Niggling and grandLike a hill full of ants  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2003667/ It was a slow day and the doctor had picked a fight with his priest. Father Jack had been staring meditatively at the sea, as was his habit, when a young man came stomping across the sand.  "I'm sick of you people with your airs and graces! He shouted "I haven't slept for a week,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/2000237/ Me?  He saysThe school of lifeI didn't get to graduate Or wear a black and flapping capeI bought myself a flatter capAnd found the way without a mapMy arguments are not researchedI'll snap your academic perch! Oh sorry son, I'm just a moan I know you're in the year below http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1980805/ No waves wash hereThe taps don't turn Drain pipes slope down  The fish sing whale-songs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1923502/ Student life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1897774/ Who brought you? Those twoIn the kitchen?  Me too! Come on through This room?Now we're talking  Sounds good!Guests hurry WindsweptHere to wonderWhat's new?        http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1875994/ A fairy tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1864296/ A fairy tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1861019/ You bent an ear And listened to The nature Of the problem I spoke andYou agreedAn educationLost on me  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1853524/ A short poem about social media http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1835313/ A gig in glasgow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1688273/ PassingI miss you andI'm sorry tooThat memories Are cast awayThey come aroundFrom time to timeLike hurried guestsThat cannot stay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndrewJack/1680602/